Gustavs' ears pricked up to the hoarse calling of his name and he glanced at the bartender, as if to say "also some ale after this."

He quickly grabbed her bag and handed it to her, a worried look had conquered his face. 

"I take it, you're going to need more than a tea," he commented as he watched his sickly friend.

A few heads lifted to watch the commotion as the keeper tapped Gustavs shoulder, "whats wring, is she contagious?" The man was worried for his other patrons.
"I certainly hope not," Gustav replied without taking his eyes off her. 
"Well, find out, we can't have such pestalence in a place of food and board."

Gustav just eyed the man with a tired look and tossed a few more coins at him.