"Alas is right. I mean," she looks uncomfortable a moment, the faintest hint of distress evident in the downward turn of her mouth, "I don't have any lesser restoration spells. But were there a cleric here, or even a druid, this sweeping illness would not be so impactful." She's dead certain of it. As certain as the rising pile of the dead, in fact.

But Vex cannot change what she is, and what is not possible on Barrayar, so she concentrates instead on what she can talk about. "Hmm, well, I would have thought some of that were obvious," she drawls, canting her head slightly to look up through long lashes. "Hunting, tracking, surviving in hostile terrain far from civilization. Sneaking where you shouldn't go. Finding hidden paths. Studying animals and beasts from different regions.."

Then, a sigh. "And now I miss Trinket again."