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"A heathen," Jhala answers quietly, her gaze narrowing at the ground. She shifts slightly to let Reek lay more comfortably against her, not thinking once about her own comfort-- feeling there was no need to worry about her comfort. His question breaks her thoughtful stare and causes a smile to warm her features, but she shakes her head. "I think this'll kill me," she mutters. Though sarcastic it was laced with genuine concern, causing her smile to fade again. 

Giving him a quick glance, she lets out a bitter huff. "I feel worse than yesterday-- I couldn't even finish my fucking patrols."