I had a fever.
Who knew Shifters reacted poorly to wounds imposed by Griffins? Well, I did now.
The fever raged beneath my skin, half the time making me delirious, the other half leaving me mostly unconscious.
Arran was afraid to move me. Afraid if he left the camp we had set, I might worsen.
So we stayed and he tended to me throughout the whole experience.
I don’t remember much. The hallucinations were an utter nightmare. I know I fought and screamed through more than one, and Arran patiently cared for me through it all. When I had moments of lucidity, he would be holding me close, tending my wounds, or using a damp cloth to try to cool me.
Once, when the fever was at its worst, he found a small stream to place me in. I hallucinated that something was trying to drown me through the
