The last thing Chandra wanted to do was see a Healer again. The last time she’d gone, she’d gotten awful news and she didn’t figure there was much to be done with this type of illness. Even if her nausea could be cured, she didn’t want see anyone because of her own stupidity (and Jordan’s). Getting ill was no less than what she deserved and from what she’d researched online, this was normal. “No, no, I am okay,” she replied with a small smile.
Chandra would be fine, just as she was always fine, even if it took her a while to adjust. “My stomach is just upset, but it will pass.” Maybe. “Thank you, though. I appreciate your help.”