Something is wrong here, off in a way that she can't get clear on; Aloth wasn't young, but he was always healthy, and -- she can't seem to have more than three thoughts at all, just now, the same three again and again. To try to make sense of anything else is like bumping into a wall you weren't expecting and still can't see.
It seems to take a moment or two for Marguel's suggestion to filter through, and then she says only, "Yes. Fine."