Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

Lucani felt it in her mind and she felt it in her bile. Poison, or else some cruel paranoia and delusion brought about by fever. But she did know it — the moment she'd expelled it from her body. When she'd vomited it was as if something had vanished from her mind as well as her stomach; some delirium had lessened... or was it increasing?

Either way, now when she opened her eyes she could see something, and between her eyelids were not simply the whites of her eyes. Her shaking and heaving calmed, and now she panted dryly, croakily. Through weak, bloodshot eyes she looked up like a pup to her mother, Thuringwethil huge and protective above her. She tried to say something, but hadn't yet found her voice. The healer was desperate to advise the most useful remedy in her field: water.