His gaze was fevered but steady.
He'd been fevered for a zillion years, trapped in the tiny cell in ever-changing forms, always in darkness.
Jule had the sense of a memory at the edge of his fevered mind.
For once, he was grateful for the coldness chilling his fevered skin.
It felt cooler than the air against her fevered skin.
She was shaking, cold with fear on the inside and fevered skin clammy on the outside.
Yully moved towards him and dragged his fevered body close to the fire again.