Yeesh, Rezo looks like death warmed over. Nephenee frowns; she absolutely knows that look anywhere, and her voice carries some of that worry. "Ah'm here, Rezo...gosh, ya ain't lookin' too good. Seasick?"

There's some rustling of cloth and the armour rubbing against it as she searches the small pack at her hip, before she tugs out what she's looking for. "Here, gimme your hand..." She's not about to just grab it unless he's about to fall, "Ah got some ginger candy to chew on. It should help with it. Barrin' that, Ah got peppermint an' some other stuff..." Heck, worse comes to worse, she's got tea, but that's a little more time-consuming and they'd have to go find a kitchen nearby...quicker is better.