“Hmm... given the nature of this realm, do you suppose it likely to be a familiar kind of illness?” Nothing here is as it should be, after all, and the Exarch thinks on it for a moment before realising he is distracted and he offers Samuel an apologetic laugh, ears flicking back and forth awkwardly. “Sorry, just a thought! You need not examine me.”

Although, the Exarch supposes, it could provide some useful information given that this is something new here.

“I... had meant to spend my day out of doors, in truth...” It is probably not a good idea.