Isaera just manages to groan grudgingly. 'Just the skeeter fever'? Her legs felt like jelly and the world felt like it was tilting sideways! But still, she supposed there wasn't much anyone could do about it...

Maybe some of that tea would be a good idea. Or that ointment or whatever Jakk'ari was talking about, though she didn't really fancy the idea of putting mud on herself.

Or maybe she should have tried to quickly scrounge for some more clothing at her home that covered more skin? Of course, then she would be sweating like a pig! Not that she wasn't already now, but it would be way more uncomfortable. ... traveling through this swamp sucked.

Despite her suffering, Isaera still manages to be rather attentive to the various things going around, though trying to keep the bugs off her is a big distraction. "By the gods, I can't wait for this trip to be over!"