Jalia wrinkled her nose slightly at Josh, "I understand. I hate it, too." She rose from her seat on the couch, and headed towards the kitchen. She helped herself to a glass of water as well, mainly because she wasn't sure a sick person handling her liquids was a good idea.
"Anything I can get for you, Josh? I can manage a decent cough-potion, though I know you hate the taste of them. It may help."