Everil was far from recovered, and she seemed to know it, though she wouldn't admit it. Definitely not to a stranger at any rate. She was far too shaken to stay. Her primary concern when she had woken in the morning had been her physical problems. Physical she could plow through and force herself to deal with. Mental, that terrified her, far more than would be considered normal.
"I saw him over a week ago actually, the one who is affiliated with the inn," she said, laying her coins out on the table, keeping her eyes down as she tested out a small smile. "It was for a different illness though. I've seemed to have rather bad luck lately." And growing worse every minute, she thought.
"Thank you. I hope you find everything you're looking for," she said with another small smile, tension still evident around her eyes as a paler than normal Everil made her way out of the inn.
(OOC: Sorry this took awhile, finals week is kicking my butt)