[Trail]
Judy looked over at Saya as she described it.
"That sounds like the opposite of my problems," she said, concerned. "And if it's that bad, it might be quite serious."
She'd learned not to trust folk remedies, even when they felt good, when the stakes seemed high.
"Max, can you grab the tricorder?"
Max complied, getting a medical tricorder out of Judy's backpack. It was calibrated for cardiac scans, but Judy promptly put on her specs and changed the setting.
"Oh, yes. This is the exact opposite problem to what I get," she diagnosed. "You should sit down, avoid too much moving, and let's see if we can innovate something to support you."
She stroked her chin for a moment, and then melodramatically whipped off her jacket.
"Let's tie this around your right side, just in case," she suggested, holding the garment by the sleeves. She was a little chilly, but that was of secondary importance right now.