[...rapidfire? It takes her a moment to marshall her thoughts.]

There's a cough. It started... the first time I can remember was just after the cultural fair. I thought it may have been a cold, but it's grown increasingly worse. Uncontrollable at times. I feel-- [She puts a hand to her chest.] It's heavy. Like something clinging to my chest. And I've had a fever that comes and goes. And I am very tired, sometimes.

This morning, there was blood.

[She's not eaten all that much lately, but that's not that uncommon with Makie. So she doesn't think to list a loss of appetite.]