[ Kova's meows are a little less, once Ditto returns to take vigil with him, a little kitty-cognizant of the familiar's odd behavior, but some helplessness there as well. ]

An allergy? ... It could be a possibility. All of these plants are new to me, though I cannot recall having such adverse affects before.

[ Not since they were outside, anyway.

Grimacing, she relents at Lup's request, finally slipping off her soft shoes and then wriggling herself from her cloak at the promise of waiting warmth. The sleeve of the shirt underneath is stained, too, accompanied by a few tiny holes on the fabric. Honerva doesn't even seem to notice; she's already reaching toward the blankets. ]