Laz laid Sarah on the center of her bed before sliding over a sturdy, yet faded old chair. He changed his clothes into a lose tee shirt and sweat pants before sitting down. Laz could feel the headache brewing. He had figured out a few things thanks to the information he had received from Onacona, but he wasn't sure how to put it into practice.
Cooling her off wasn't going to work since this wasn't a fever. It was more like a biological reaction, one that external factors wouldn't effect. At present, Laz was trying his best to observe her body using his spiritual sense to see if he could figure anything out. Laz still wasn't totally sure about how spiritual sense worked or even if he could use it in other ways. It just kind of kept developing as he grew stronger, adding him in sensing the world around him. He wasn't even sure that calling it spiritual sense was correct, but since he always called it that, it just stuck.
