[Tefé feels absolutely awful, slouched and feet dragging in exhaustion. But she hasn't quite hit fever yet, and she's still intent on trying to at least help sustain what plant life she can until a cure is found... so she's on a Mission. Just a slow, bleary-eyed one, loudly and rudely snuffling a particularly awful sinus drip back as she makes her way across the Temple grounds to check on the nearest patch of trees.]
Won't somebody think of the <s>children</s> trees?!