[She winces at the strength of the sneeze and gives him a few worried pats on the head.]

....I am sorry....That you and the forest isn't getting along. [And she truly is.... While it is a copy and a pretty much exact copy of her forest, a part of her still feels like this is her own and as such....]

Would a swim through one of the lakes help perhaps or should I see if I can convince these woods to not be so against you?