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EquinoxSol
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Once in the room, Failen frowned when he saw there was only one bed. Still, once they were left alone and the door was shut tight, he and Aleistar had made a makeshift bed for the knight on the floor. As a prince, it was only natural Failen take the bed. Besides, in the state he was in, he deserved it. Failen crawled under the blankets, coughing again. When it had subsided, he muttered, "Good night, Ser Aleistar."
In the morning, Failen awoke with a high fever, the sheets and blankets soaked through with his own sweat. He was delirious when Aleistar was awoke by his ramblings, muttering nonsense, his mind addled by the fever. Aleistar left him, going downstairs to find the old woman. One of the few words in her language he knew was, "Help," which is what he said then. That, and, "Please," which followed soon after.
In the morning, Failen awoke with a high fever, the sheets and blankets soaked through with his own sweat. He was delirious when Aleistar was awoke by his ramblings, muttering nonsense, his mind addled by the fever. Aleistar left him, going downstairs to find the old woman. One of the few words in her language he knew was, "Help," which is what he said then. That, and, "Please," which followed soon after.