She nodded a little and sighed. "Look... It's almost lunch time, right? Since you're not feeling well, you should have soup, anyway. Have the servants grind some charcoal to powder and mix it in. It's probably too late to do much good, but it can't hurt. And if you feel very lightheaded, lay on your back without a pillow with your legs propped up on something. Lots of soups and tea and drinks for the next couple days." It was all she could offer at this point.
She smiled. "You have to get well so we can spend some time together without this hanging over your head."
