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*She gazes at the ceiling.
There's a spiderweb in one corner. She's just awake enough to find it fascinating, trying to follow the vanishingly thin lines of silk through the pattern.
The aches and fatigue never vanished entirely, and they're slowly regaining their strength, but she's fairly sure the fever's still gone.
Three days, maybe. Enough time to make sure she's completely beaten the disease. Then home.
She wishes Aral were here.*
There's a spiderweb in one corner. She's just awake enough to find it fascinating, trying to follow the vanishingly thin lines of silk through the pattern.
The aches and fatigue never vanished entirely, and they're slowly regaining their strength, but she's fairly sure the fever's still gone.
Three days, maybe. Enough time to make sure she's completely beaten the disease. Then home.
She wishes Aral were here.*