Ylanna had never known what a ship ride would be like and now wished she never had the misfortune of finding out. Compared to the ship ride, traversing over the mountains was nothing. The ship went up and down with the flow of the water, unbalancing her stomach and its contents. Ylanna looked miserably out at the endless ocean, wondering when they would reach land. Hanging her head over the edge of the ship, the elf wretched. She curled up against the side of the ship, burying her head in her lap. She had a hammering headache and wanted to be off that ship more than anything.

"Ylanna?" The elf looked up pathetically to see Shei. Ylanna's stomach wretched and she leaned over the side of the ship again. "Take this, dear. It'll help with the sickness."

The troll handed her a glass of something. Ylanna took it but was skeptical. "What is it? Are you an alchemist?" It's not that she didn't trust the priest, just that it didn't seem right to drink something when you didn't know what it was.

"It's just ginger tea. I'm no alchemist, but every healer learns to make some medicines and herbal teas." Shei would have made the tea sooner but she had to convince the crew to let her use the kitchen on the ship. The crew suspected her of trying to create something illegal and so this had taken some time.

Ylanna drank the tea slowly. She was surprised at how little she had to wait before her nausea began to dissipate. "Wow, thank you. Could have fooled me for an alchemist anyway."

Shei tilted her head in question. "Why do you say that?"

"Pff. The alchemists in Orgrimmar couldn't cure the common cold! The plague has been active for three years without a single potion to even slow the process down. Three years!" Ylanna answered bitterly. It was not in her nature to be bitter, but to her there was no excuse for lacking a cure to a plague that has been going on for so long.

Shei smiled crookedly. Ylanna, of course, was thinking about the situation too simply. It takes a great deal of time and consideration to find the correct cure without it having severe repercussions to the person who uses it. That aside, Shei was well aware of the incompetency among Orgrimmar's alchemists. "That's because they are not used to this type of work, Ylanna. They're all too used to looking in a book for all of the answers, for every ingredient. Most alchemists in Orgrimmar have never actually created a cure on their own, but receive a great deal of counsel from the Druids of Moonglade." The alchemists, however, would take all of the credit and maybe make a slight mention of the Druids when their cure was a success.

Ylanna looked down at her feet and frowned. Her mother would die because people couldn't look up from their books and think on their own. However many ways there were to die, this was certainly one of the worst. Shei put her arm around the elf. She didn't mean to make her upset. "What about him?" Ylanna asked, pointing at Rhukaa, who was with Tyran on the other side of the ship. "Could he find a cure? In time?"

Shei looked at the warlock and considered the question. "He will find a cure, Ylanna." She did not answer the second question.