The calm before the storm.

Fever made her feel as if she was both on fire and covered in ice at the same time; everything felt hazy and her sight was unfocused. At times she heard a lullaby and she wondered where she had learned it; definitively not from her parents, no one had cared enough to sang to her when she was a child.

In her fever dream she had almost missed Rian’s voice, or perhaps it was a part of the fever dream? What was Rian doing here anyways? Her voice creaked “Yes but I am sick, it might be flu so perhaps it’s not a good idea for you to enter” the last bit was slurred perhaps he would not hear it properly but well, if he decided to enter that was on him. She wasn’t feeling well enough to care.