"It does seem like it'd be an obstacle."

The city is lively with evening activities as they head back to the Oakhill Manor, taverns alive with activity and other carriages ferrying rich merchants to dinners. On one corner there's even a man singing and strumming a lute.

Annie has absolutely no idea why but she's gonna collapse on the floor of this carriage in screaming agony now!

"Annie!"

Is there anything physically wrong with her?? 

Nope! She looks to be in perfect health apart from the screaming!

"Annie what's wrong what hurts." Lucette really has no idea what to do in such a situation.

"nnnnnnnng?!"

"-is it getting better?" It sort of sounds like it might be but maybe Annie is just out of screams or something.

Yeah no she's just out of air. She gasps and screams again, sobbing.

Hug...

"Make haste to the house of my grandfather's physcian," Lucette instructs the carriage driver.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Does the hugging seem to make things worse?

Nope, it's not worse! Annie is whimpering onto Lucette's shoulder now!

Then Lucette will keep hugging Annie all the way to the physician's house.

Annie recovers before that. Takes a great big breath and relaxes. "It stopped," she murmurs. "- it has to be an artifact effect. I don't know if it'll strike at random or if there's a trigger but the doctor's not going to be able to do anything."

"Are you sure?"

"I could imagine being wrong but I don't think I am."

Lucette doesn't stop hugging Annie.

"Okay, we can head back to the manor in that case." She so informs the driver.

"Is there anything you would rather I have done that failed to occur to me?"

"About the - that? No, I don't think so. There's probably just... nothing to be done besides finding the trigger if there is one. And I guess I shouldn't try to operate a vehicle or... carry candles, not that I have many reasons to do that right now... anything like that where if I suddenly collapsed it'd be a problem. But here and now, no, I don't think there was anything to do besides give me a hug."

"Okay. I... wasn't entirely certain the hug would help but I felt I had to do something. I'm glad it didn't make things worse."

"It didn't make anything worse," Annie assures her. "It distracted me a bit from how much it hurt."

"Good." Hugging continues as before in that case.

"What sort of triggers are possible?"

"It could be almost anything. It wasn't something I noticed but that's - a lot of things, any non-language sight or sound or smell, anything being in my environment that I didn't take note of even if I could sense it. It could be a delayed effect of some power use - if it happens again twice more in quick succession it's almost certainly that. It could be the weather. It could be calendar date, though that would be a little weird. I still have my pancreas."

"Well, that's good at least - would you like to take notes on what was happening when the attack occured to compare against future instances?"

"That's probably a good idea but I don't think I can do that legibly while the carriage is still going."