You won't be, when your legs give out and you hit your head on a rock. Now stop being a fool and sit, and I'll go find someone to help you.

[She does not, notably, move to try to help him, but that's probably understandable given that the boy looks as though, if jostled even slightly the wrong way, he's going to void his stomach all over the beach and whatever happens to be in the way at the time, and so the last thing she wants is for it to be her.]

...Were you in there? Having visions, is that what's gotten you so laid up?