Inara sighed and withdrew a small plastic packet from a hidden pocket in her dress. She held it out to Simon between two fingers, as if it were nothing significant. "It's Tridazolam." Back where they came from, Tridazolam was not the most common medication, but it wasn't hard to get ahold of. While it was intended to treat a rare, but fatal, long-term genetic disorder, one of its side-effects was a significant slowing of the aging process, at least cosmetically. It enjoyed a healthy off-label existence across the Core planets, for those individuals who wanted to look young as long as possible. "I only have a ten-day supply and.. I don't take it for the aesthetic benefits."
Inara had managed to keep her illness a secret from the crew - and, actually, most people in her life - ever since she'd been diagnosed and left House Madrasa. But that wasn't an option here. If she didn't get help, if they couldn't make a replacement for her medicine, then in a few weeks she was going to be very, very sick.
For one of the only times since Simon had met her, Inara looked outright scared, despite how much she was trying to keep her normal composure.