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After Vlad set her up in her quaint little hovel (read: literal hole in the ground), Rosalyn mostly slept.  It was fevered and restless sometimes, and other times, so deep it seemed like she'd already passed on.  Her body ran hot to fight off infection, though whether that would be enough had yet to be determined (and depending on Starr's mood might come down to dice >>).

Today she'd managed to drag herself out of the hole and onto the grass nearby, aching for sun and ignoring the biting wind that came with it.  She'd tried to nap, but sleep wouldn't come.  So instead she lay there staring at the trees, pain burning through her.  Where was her (totally not certified) doctor? She wasn't sure what he'd gotten from his fancy-mouthed friend, but whatever it was, she could use a hit a few hour ago.  Drugs now plz.