They were a long way for the Empire and it's ways of handling perceived failures, how much they thrived on pushing on and outlasting, though such things only usually occurred to make a point.

Still, all of that was far from Honerva's mind. She'd been ill enough in this place to know the sort of toll something untreated could take, especially when someone was more inclined to hide it, whatever the reason. It was a lot for Lotor to even ask, but her priority was his well-being. She glances around, until finally spotting a set of sturdy, unused crates that might serve as a temporary seat.

"Here... lean upon me if you have a need. We'll get over to those crates by the wall."