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Portia seemed concerned, which ratcheted up Wildfire's own anxiety about it. "I don't feel feverish," she said because it seemed important to note. When asked about the location of the pressure, she pressed her lips together and gazed down at the gnarly-looking gash. "All over, really," she said, worry coloring her tone. "The skin on and around it is sort of warm to the touch. That's bad, isn't it?" the yearling guessed, hoping Portia would be able to diagnose and treat it if it was an infection.