Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

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Had Lucani been in her usual state, she would have not been frustrated at her inability to find her own thoughts. She would have calmly and fortuitously deciphered them. And those she could not understand (such was the fever), she would have placed aside for later consideration. But this was an irony, for if she'd been in her usual state she would not be here now, lying on her belly upon the grass, panting lightly and then falling still. Maybe there were wolves, with voices and scents, or maybe there weren't. Sometimes the healer's yellow eyes opened, and either saw nothing or did not realise what she saw. Dark and wildly overheated and unable to do anything, she was stuck in her own mind, and her own mind was slipping away fast.