Her heart sinks a little at the answer, if only because she can't stop it from calling up memories of the many times she held her little sister when the girl was ill with some small cold that barely affected the rest of her family. Or thinking of Steve when she'd found him ill at his apartment, once by her own hand when she knocked him into the snow when she was blinded by grief and rage at the end of the previous Winter. She frowns, her gaze falling to the floor between her and Adia.

"Is there no way to help them? To make them stronger so that they don't get sick so often and so harshly?" It's a vain hope and anything she learns she can't take back to her sister, but if Steve comes back... if she could only help him... it might be worth the struggle through the pain now.