[There's just a quiet hum and a faint nod in response. She can tell he's unsure though, even if she doesn't understand why. But she stays quiet, turning her eyes back to the fields, letting her feet absently swing in the air.

There's another moment of silence at his question, her expression faltering for a moment.]

My sister got sick. [Lapis' devotion to her sister is absolute. And she never forgives those who hurt her sister.] And I'm not blind, I know this disease is all just sabotage in some way, with Claimant Day so close. The timing is the worst.

[Lapis doesn't notice how her hands clench and fist into the fabric of her skirt, or how her body tenses. But she soon sighs, forcing herself to relax once more.]

So I guess you can say it's equal parts personal and equal parts just... angry in general. That this would happen, when the people of Westerly are so close.