[And he sleeps, albeit fitfully so. Between the nightmares and the pain of the toxicosis, it was hardly a restful sleep. But it's enough. Over the course of the night, his fever breaks and his health improves- practically at an unnatural rate for sort of normal illness.]
[By the time the first lights of morning are starting to come back, he's the one up and shaking her arm lightly to wake her. The tunic, now dry, has been draped over her like a sorry attempt of a blanket.]
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[By the time the first lights of morning are starting to come back, he's the one up and shaking her arm lightly to wake her. The tunic, now dry, has been draped over her like a sorry attempt of a blanket.]
Ar-
Hey, you. Wake up.