Senjen was not familiar with this disease, nor many others specifically, but if it was affecting Light’s breathing, then it sounded serious. At the very least, it sounded like something that was not going to go away on its own. “Oh, I had no idea. I mean, I could see that you were sick, but I didn’t know it was that bad. The Utaysi don’t really have much in the way of medicine, for obvious reasons. There’s some alien-run hospitals in the cities now that we have tourists and other visitors, but I don’t guess they would be any cheaper than here.” 

Thinking about it, Senjen supposed it made sense why Light was not taking charge as much as he had expected, despite it being Light’s ship and his job. Senjen did not have the appearance of being nearly as vulnerable. He took a moment to double check their surroundings and make sure they were still heading in the right direction towards the Concourse, despite the relative chaos of the parade. “How much money do you still need for your treatment?” He asked.