Cyriana was about to ask some further questions, but the trio began riding off before she had managed to get a word out - and at that moment the horrible racking cough was back. The frail elf fell on her knees and clutched her side while again spitting droplets of blood to the ground. She gasped for air for several moments before getting back on her feet and wiping some blood from the side of her mouth. "Damn it... This just keeps getting worse... Maybe I should..." Her hand moved to the knot that kept the bandages over her left eye in place. She seemed to hesitate and glanced at her travelling companions. "Would the two of you please avert your eyes for a few moments?" The elf inquired with her sweetest tone.