"Sick? I got sick?" Jyn pouts a bit, disgruntled at this new revelation. Jyn Erso doesn't get sick. She gets injured, wounded, bruised, beaten, and battered - but she doesn't get sick. She angles her head back up, looking at the back of Bodhi's head silently for a few moments as she continues to follow him as the weak hold on lucidity begins to slip away even more. "Where's Papa?"