Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

She was still lost in something odd and dark, the fever still hot beneath her ashen fur, but she was cooled somewhat — not just by the expulsion of what had festered within her, but from the cool licks of the two wolves who'd attended to her. Not that she could remember this.

Much of the haze had lifted, however, and while she felt sick and weak, and her bones were like sand and her mind like a storm, Lucani could formula some semblance of thought once more. She barely understood what Thuringwethil was saying, but for the first time in her life she was able to look directly into her Heda's eyes (quite by accident, of course, and being half-dead she was as submissive as was possible to be). She saw that they were dark grey and filled with concern. It was this that motivated her to try once more to speak. W-water, she begged in a hoarse whisper.