Jade Fern Grove all that remains of you is a crackle of your energy

It's possible he may be fretting over nothing. He has had plenty of hurts in the past, many of them scattered across the broad expanse of his back. Even the cut along his nape administered by his brother had not ached so. Is it because the groove is deeper than he thought?

Her slender crown snaked near to take stalk. Her tongue is heavenly against the seared flesh. Far better than his own.

No, I do not. Infection can travel, this he knows. Apparently, it can cause pain in the head. Nor is he flush with fever. A tad weak but that can be chalked up to inadequate consumption and continuous travel. Today is for respite.

He looks into those winter sun eyes, anticipating her verdict. Is there cause to worry or is he brooding over nothing?