She was shaking, cold with fear on the inside and fevered skin clammy on the outside.
Yully moved towards him and dragged his fevered body close to the fire again.
For once, he was grateful for the coldness chilling his fevered skin.
His gaze was fevered but steady.
Fevered and shivering, she felt too weak and hungry to focus well, but the shape of the black hourglass was unmistakable.
He'd been fevered for a zillion years, trapped in the tiny cell in ever-changing forms, always in darkness.
It felt cooler than the air against her fevered skin.
Jule had the sense of a memory at the edge of his fevered mind.
Rhyn clenched his fists. Darkyn said nothing else and walked away, disappearing into the morning shadows of the forest. Rhyn felt fevered. His power was leaking out of his body, killing the plants around him. He grappled to control what he could, aware he would soon not have that option.