Duskfire Glacier the ladder

Days passed in a terrible, febrile blur. Druid sensed others tending to her, @Heda among them, though she was never very lucid for very long. Fortunately, awareness was not required for healing and her caretakers’ efforts paid off when the fever finally broke.

She stirred, waking to cold afternoon light, blinking and squinting. Druid felt disoriented and weak as she struggled to push upright. Her wounds hurt but they looked to be mending. Her sister’s scent wreathed her comfortingly and Druid hoped she wasn’t far.

Heda? she whispered.

@Lane (and anyone else, really) is welcome as well!