"I am Cassidy," she said with a warm smile, choosing to forgo titles. Either this woman could smell that she was a Queen, or she could not, either way it didn't need to be said. Besides which, she was in a land without Castes as she knew them, and still wasn't the highest ranking Queen here, and she had no one to help but the Queen she herself served...so...

"Jaenelle might have some Yarbrah at the house," she said, turning to lead the way.

Maybe a Guardian, rather than one of the dead? That could explain the psychic scent and the malady.