Ocean's Breath Plateau silver sparrow

no, her voice is meek, hardly above a crackling wheeze. she does not look at him, only pulls brave one back toward her breast as he moves to protect her from the intruder; her valiant boy, living up to his name. i have to wait for him. if he-- if he comes back to find us gone, me with another man, he-- he will finish what he started.
but she could not say it.
hiccups erupt from her throat before they dissolve into a frightening, sputtering cough. she wished she could cry, wished she could run to her husband, she wished, she wished; her heart could be felt pounding in her chest as her lungs struggle to keep up with the rest of her body. the fever left her damp.
are you ill?
defeated, she finally cracks open an eyelid to seek him out, and the gaze was one that spoke for her. he did this.