I...had heard it, but you didn't seem such when we spoke previously so I dismissed that as false. I suppose I was wrong.

[Truth be told, that's not a comforting thought, but she genuinely feels bad for the man. A...friend, she'd say. Sitting down beside him, her eyes focus on the man beside her, concern furrowing her brow.]

It's tuberculosis, as I understood it, but is it really that far along that they can't take care of it? Medicine here seems so advanced. [She bites back another statement about how it's treatable in her own time. It doesn't seem right or fair.]