"Yes I suppose I do. No good becoming ill again, would it?"

She settles into stride beside her, her arms stretching up behind her head as she yanked out her hair, briefly, where it had come loose during the work. Absent familiar motions that she attends to as she works. Her jewelry tucked away safely for now. No good dragging that through a sick tent, when she might just end up being thrown up on.

"And you, you are making sure to drink water often? Keep your food up. You must rest as well."

Firm, a mother's tone, because apparently Beth is stuck with her now.