Lion Head Mesa makes me see what i want to see

Malnourished. Dehydrated. Well, yes. But she'd been that way for some time, and still. . .

But the headaches. Those were new, too. New enough. 

God, he was eating her from the inside out—

I. . . She swallowed, wincing at the iron tang mixed in with saliva. She started to scrabble upward, leaning hard against Tavina and wondering if she'd bowl them both over. She wasn't all that heavy, nowadays, nor blessed with an incredibly large frame. . .

If the healer was able to bear her weight, though, Maegi would stand, albeit on trembling legs that might as well have been made from water for their weakness.