To say that Jonothon felt like hell would have been a gross understatement. He'd been to plenty of places that could very well be described as 'hell,' and the way he'd been feeling since he came to after Karla's sleep spell was something well and truly beyond all of that
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Whatever 'it' was.
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She was getting his cautious side-eye, now.
"Then they really ought to stop. I'll be fine."
Really, he was truly the very picture of perfect health.
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"I'll do my best to get them to stop," she agreed. "Care to enlighten me on what you're going to do when you finally get up?"
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They felt as though they were nearly on fire all over again.
"A little," he grumbled, turning a scowl toward the far wall. "Yer hands are cold, you know."
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Also, he was running a fever, but she wasn't going to point that out to him. Because he was a moron and it wouldn't matter.
"So, indulge me. How, exactly, did you intend to march your army back out? Tonight? Tomorrow? I'm sure some of your soldiers will be up and about by then. Did you want to march them all into exhaustion, or just the ones healthy enough to leave?"
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His shoulders bunched a little as he slumped forward where he sat.
"Can't expect any of them to go back to war after that."
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He shut his eyes a little more tightly and shook his head.
"Stop," he mumbled. "Stop patronizing me, Karla."
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He pulled in a shaking breath and turned to face the other way. He wasn't in the mood for this right now.
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He didn't reply, though. He didn't have a better idea. Not something that he wanted to up and say right now, at least. None of his ideas had done anybody any good, over the past several days.
He narrowed his eyes and scowled at the wall of the tent.
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