this wasn't in the pamphlet

While Viviane didn't know what the woman in front of her was like normally, she doubted she spent her whole life in this state of feverish delirium. Well, she could have been drunk, but a healer's nose was sensitive and alcohol was a hard smell to cover - and so was sickness. Anyone else might have been able to walk away and let the woman alone. Whatever she was sick with, it probably wasn't anything serious, but Viviane didn't like the idea of leaving someone to feel miserable or worse on a maybe. "You're sick," she pointed out with a sympathetic smile. "That doesn't seem all that great to me. Would you let me help you? I am a healer."