As the riders left, Straw emerged, looking concerned.  But Calvin took the look as nothing more than concern over the coughing elf.  "Maybe we should take you back?" the young man suggested, looking at the blood Cyriana had just spit up.  "You sound like you need a week in bed, not a week traipsing through the wilderness."  But he did as she asked and averted his eyes, hoping that whatever she had wasn't contagious.

Straw pretended to look away, though glanced sideways at her a moment later. The elf was definitely in worse shape than he had previously realized, though turning back would be extremely risky now that he knew the three travelers that had just passed knew his face.