She lidded her eyes slightly, again, and settled against the wall; the room stunk to high heaven and that was making her feel like something else was about to come up as well, but it was far better to be here, when and if it did, than in the corridor. "I don't know. I don't know how many privies the keep has, for one thing." She spoke slowly, watching him from underneath her eyelids. Maybe vomiting had done him some good—better up than in, after all.
"But I don't know if this is even really because of the blood. I mean, on my end…" She tried to smile and it came out a bit of a grimace. There had been lyrium in the cup, too, and she figured it was an even chance whether it was the Taint causing this reaction, or lyrium processed differently than in, say, a mana potion. She could stomach those, though a strong one left her reeling a few seconds. "You drink anything else dubious, recently?"
She clenched her eyes a bit more shut as another pang wended its way up from her stomach; she coughed and was relieved when all that came out of her throat was air. "Ugh. Optimistic?" She was beginning to look a bit greenish, and paler than she usually was.