"I do not know what will happen if this illness lingers, if it's fatal or not." So long as they're found, there's hope. She has to be patient, something she's developed a talent for.

She sees his hesitation and doesn't let the question linger in the air. She gives him her hand. The wounds have tried to close, only to open again. Her hands aren't pretty to see, nothing like a lady's or a queen's, they speak of struggle and suffering.