"Lunitari save us - " is all Raistlin can get out before the woman carrying him leaps into the tree like a panther. Despite her best efforts, the bumpy ride manages to knock the wind out of him, and the branches ripping at his robes and skin and hair don't exactly help him catch it. He begins to cough, fingers flexing white-knuckled around her armor as he tries desperately to suck air into his rebelling lungs. There's the familiar taste of blood in his mouth.

"I need - " he wheezes. "Herbs. Black pouch. Right side. I - "

Whatever explanation he tries to give is lost in a coughing fit that convulses him so severely he can't help twisting in Kerrigan's grip, endangering both of them.