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and then many things will change, treva.

change. hadn't she wanted change? now here it was in the form of a feast and she found herself too full to stomach it all.

she might as well have ceased all brain functions after that, hardly hearing the words that echoed around her.

tired, she told her softly. no illness yet, only forever exhausted by things. i had been waiting for something more. illness, further swelling, something concrete.

but now it was here, veiled but undeniable.