The smile immediately faded from Lloyd's face. Pieces started fitting together that he hadn't thought much about before. Claude's half-hearted attempt at his chicken, the haggard look on his face when he'd come in, the way he moved sometimes, nothing overtly wrong, but still just a little bit off. Was Claude...?

"Someone told me the doctors were making people sick." Lloyd gave the other man a look that was heavily laced with concern. "Are you all right? Is there anything I can do?" He wasn't a healer. He knew how to make bandages and wrap injuries up, could even manage a makeshift splint if it came to that, but anything more than that was beyond his skill. That didn't keep him from offering, though. If there was something he could do, he wouldn't hesitate. He'd never abandon someone in need.

Of course, it was possible that Claude was just tired, that he was just saying he was going to help someone else who needed to find a cure. Either way, Lloyd's offer held. His own plans could wait if he could make a difference somewhere else.