Trilla's too busy trying not to let the lingering tickle in her throat set her off again to argue. The last thing she wants to do is slow down, but Snow's given her an excuse, and for that she's quietly grateful. After a few experimental breaths that don't catch on whatever's blooming in her chest, she nods and sets off with Snow in the direction of the library.

Before they're very far down the hallway, Trilla can tell that her breathing is easier than it's been in days, though the fact of it rankles slightly when she realizes that once again she's dependent upon the attention of another.

"Whatever's wrong with me, I think it gets better with attention from people I -- "

She stumbles over the words a bit, though not for lack of breath.

"People whose company I appreciate."

Heaven forbid you admit to liking someone, Trilla, even just as a friend.