[ Look, it's not even that she doesn't want to (which she doesn't, truthfully), it's that she can't. It's just...it's just too tempting. She's normally a patient woman with about anything but food, but even this is a little much for her.

The fact that her warning came to fruition isn't something that sits well, but she does hope that her little public service announcement did give people a moment of preparation. Of course, this isn't exactly how it happened last year...what does that mean? The mages can't be behind this one, can they?

She's quite used to being tugged along, prone to following her whimsy when allowed out alone in the wilds as she is. (So many...side quests.) She's licking her fingers clean once again even as her face turns pensive. It's a strange juxtaposition of gluttony and warranted concern. ]

There's been no such botched-- [ Slurp. ] --ceremony this time around. Hells, the mages have been just has concerned.

[ As for not feeling herself. ]

Oh, it's been on and off, I guess. Mood-wise. But with everything dropping dead right in front of us, it's been a little difficult to really worry about much else...

[ At least she's still the sort to take any supportive role, chosen or otherwise, and run with it. Little does she know that her attempts to remove the affliction from the land are dulled considerably by her own new propensity to spread it. ]

What's wrong with you?