Anna still felt tired and not entirely well, but most of the awfulness had passed. Tam helped her down the ladder and settled her on the stairs of the Mendiheim, where Ellea joined her. Varden brought Morly safely down after them, and then looked over at her with confused concern. “Are you unwell?” he asked.
“I was,” Anna said. “But that seems to be over now.” She was grateful. Plague would have been the worst thing after she had survived an awful fever already. If she was never sick again it would be too soon. ‘I’m just glad it wasn’t comets.”
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