It took Leland some time before he was able to quell the sudden, though containable, burst of flu that struck the inn. A bevy of travelers had come together, one or two having caught a chill. Their close quarters had the slightly formidable illness spreading between them, and it seemed like every time Leland sent someone along, feeling healthy again did another show up with similar symptoms. Worse was the fact that he learned some of the sufferers weren't fond of healers and it took coaxing to get them to allow him to heal them, so they wouldn't keep getting sicker, or continue spreading the illness.
Leland himself found himself contracting the flu, but of course healed himself of it completely, before continuing his work or going to see Tegwaret. Now that he was feeling better and could take the time off, Leland set off for the edge of the domain. He was oddly almost grateful for the rash of sickness; it had managed to distracted him from his run-in with Sibyla. His heart twisted at the memory of their conversation. So many things had been left unspoken, at least on his side. It was still a bit painful to realize how much they'd grow apart. It wasn't surprising. After the situation, and the time that had passed, there was no way it would have been like old times. Still, Leland found fate a cruel mistress to have him run into her here.
Seeing Teg again would be a blessing; at least their past wasn't as murky. Leland picked up his step and smiled a little as he approached the now-familiar copse of trees. The smile was soon wiped away though by the smell that came drifting by. It was faint at this distance, but as he got closer, it got stronger. And then he saw Teg burst out, retching. Concern filled Leland and he hurried to his friend's side, doing his best to ignore the stench. "Teg! Are you all right?" He threw down his bag, ready to dig out a candle to light if it was another bout of sickness to deal with.