Well, the good news was that she didn't have a fever. The bad news was that she was the opposite. He touched her forehead and there was little heat to be found there at all and what was there was already cooling since she'd left her cocoon.

He settled down, intent on staying and she felt bad enough that she actually leaned against him, never mind how distant she'd forced herself to be last night. She'd go back to being unsure about her place among them once she felt a little more human.

"'M not hungry..."