Ahmaht stepped forward, pressing the back of his hand against Larea's forehead. She didn't have a fever. If anything, she needed to be warmed up. "You need to rest." he said gently. He turned to Sigrun and jerked his thumb towards the door, walking out as he did so.<br/>He left the inn to walk around town, search a few shops, talking to street vendors, his usual routine in the places he stopped. Veloen was another dead-end, like so many places before. He was starting to worry that he would never find her.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">No.</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Don't think like that.</span>he told himself mentally.<br/>He would find her. He had to.<br/><br/>After a while longer of wandering through town, Ahmaht returned to the inn and ordered a small meal. He picked through it for a while before he ate anything, then decided to bring something up to Larea. He bought a small bowl of soup and headed upstairs. He stopped in front of Larea's door, rapping upon it lightly with his knuckles. "I brought you something to eat." he said.