*Zemilia breaths heavily the colour slowly diminishing from her face. She croaks out.*
"Thank you."
*She reaches for her water with shakey gloved hands. She finds it hard to grip the glass but she manages to drink a little easing her throat. As Elidren speaks to her she speaks back quietly with a slightly husky voice.*
"I will be, thank you for your concern. Would you mind finding me something to sooth my throat with?"
