Roga walked forward.  "Yes," he says.  "While I have some skill at healing, our lack of medicines means we should probably stay clear of things that might have been decomposing for who-knows-how long."  He smiles at Althea.  "That crab looks good, though!  We can cook it first, with some of the coconut."  Then he notices Caitlyn.  "Are you alright?" he asks, pointing to her stomach.  "That coconut seems to be giving you trouble."