[Any questions burning in her head disappear when he launches into another coughing spell. The bag of goodies are set aside and she forces her way inside, grabbing a chair and making him sit. Even as he turns to avoid her gaze, she keeps her eyes on him, watching and waiting for the fit to pass.

It was the gasses from the Undercity, wasn't it? She's heard enough about them to know. And her mother had helped fund some of the ventilation systems to help make it better. Even with him escaping the fumes and spending the past several years in Piltover, it seems the poisoned air caught up with him anyway.]

After the Council meeting, I didn't have anything else to say to him, and then... too much happened too quickly.

[And then she was here, and feeling very guilty about missing out on some very important details. Suddenly, him not caring so much when she told him of the attack on the Council made sense. He didn't care if he died, because he knew his death was coming soon anyway.]

Have you seen a healer here? They know of medicines from other worlds, maybe they can give you something. Help stabilize you, or...if nothing else, give you some relief. [She knows death isn't permanent here, but that's always been in scenarios where they were killed by something here. What happened when someone died from something they entered the simulation already suffering with?]