"Thania," I murmured, my throat dry and itchy from dehydration.
My night dress was drenched in sweat and the sheets below me were warm and moist.
"You're awake," Thania sighed in relief as she hurried to my side and observed my forehead with the back of her palm.
I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. "How long?"
"How long have I been out?"
"Two days."
Two days. That explained the strange ache in my body and the way my skin felt damp and sticky with sweat. My fever had finally broken.
Thania shifted beside me, the mattress dipping under her weight. I felt the warmth of her presence so close, the air between us charged with something I couldn't name.
"You were burning up," she murmured. "I thought you wouldn't make it."
I swallowed again as I tried to sit up. A strong but careful hand caught my wrist.
"Easy," Thania said softly.
