"Well she and I are in the same company, then," Hasha admits.  "I haven't been feeling wonderfully myself. I admit I prefer the solid feeling of land under my feet."  She looks over at him again and smiles.  "Four weeks, I'm not sure I can take it."  Then a moment later she adds, "You said you were knowledgable about herb lore, didn't you?  Perhaps you can concoct something that will help with this sickness."  As she says this, she moves a little closer to him, until her leg just barely brushes against his.