Vervain
”I don’t know,” Vai admits, which is part of the reason for her worry, really. ”You shouldn’t be able to get sick, but...” Carefully reaching out, she lays the back of her hand against Nate’s forehead (providing he doesn’t swat her away). ”I think you have a fever. I don’t know what from, though.” Rising to her feet, Vai surreptitiously turns off the stove - she will deal with the soup later, probably - and places a hand on Nate’s shoulder, trying to guide him up and onto his feet again.
If she manages it, she will lead them through into the living room, eyes sharp for any sign of the other occupants of the house. ”What do I do?” she asks Nate, partially to keep him talking and partly out of curiosity. ”Here, it’s more shady in here at least.” And a couple of windows are open, which will hopefully stop the LongHeat temperatures from burning them up too much.
If she manages it, she will lead them through into the living room, eyes sharp for any sign of the other occupants of the house. ”What do I do?” she asks Nate, partially to keep him talking and partly out of curiosity. ”Here, it’s more shady in here at least.” And a couple of windows are open, which will hopefully stop the LongHeat temperatures from burning them up too much.
