Two days prior, Sasha had managed to make it into the hallway, only to end up in the hands of one of the orc guards. Even after being brought back to bed and cared for, the damage was done. This morning, a fever crept over the fey shown by the sweat developing on her brow and prompted by the red and inflamed stitches that reached from her shoulders and down her back. // for Neti
"Of course it is a fever," He mumbled more to himself than her as he moved around Sasha checking her over for anything else that might be hindering his work. He clicked his tongue as he replaced stones set carefully on her forehead, neck, palms, thighs and armpits, each bringing a cooling sensation but not a freezing one. It balanced her body trying to overheat while he finished the last bits of his potion for the infection.