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Drusk tensed when she moved, but he was not as flighty before someone so obviously impaired, and when she motioned towards his wounds he tried to pivot away from her; and he winced, making it obvious his injury really wasn't great.

He didn't want to let anyone too close in case they took advantage. He rumbled a small warning but as he did, his hip sank down and he was abruptly sitting and then panting, disoriented.

The heat of the flesh there was growing, and the onset of fever had been gradual, although it settled in to him now.