Stahma was going to respond to what Ukitake had said when she saw the way he turned pale and abruptly sat down. Setting her tea down, Stahma quickly moved to sit beside him and she set a hand on his shoulder, concern written on her own pale face and in her lilac eyes.
"What is wrong? Is there something I can do?" She wasn't certain if there was anything she could do, but she was more than willing to do what she could to help him. He looked as though he was going to be sick or have a coughing attack. And Stahma was good at taking care of others.