The rank smell reached him nearly at the same time it reached Fred. Roger tried not to pull a face at the offending odor, but he lost that battle too easily as he took an uncertain step back. He couldn't precisely describe the smell, but the closest he could compare it to was the smell of moldy old compost.
There was no discreet way to hold his hand to cover his mouth and nose. "Ma'am, should we call a Healer?" Roger knew that older people tended to have an unique smell to them, but they certainly didn't smell like this. Combined with the wheezing, hissing tone of voice, he thought that she might have been abandoned here by someone without assistance.
He forced himself to take a step forward, then another, toward the old woman. Roger intended on helping her to a chair or something, so they could figure out a way to get all this sorted. But his movement toward her caused an almost violent reaction from the woman.