"Cherry, I assure you he's fine. He used to be in some special ops branch of the military, remember? He can handle himself."<br/><br/>"No, I don't remember," Cherry replied simply without emotion. It wasn't something Raz had told her, and if he did, she didn't remember. She would just ask him about it later. Or maybe not. Maybe she would just sit on the information and quietly simmer away about it. It really was dependent on Cherry's very volatile moods.<br/><br/>When she was done washing up, she got out of the shower and grabbed the offered towel that was on the wrack. It was easy enough to dry off and she wrapped the towel around her, looking towards Mallow. "I don't know how long I can stay cooped up, Mal," she stated truthfully, looking over at the blinking clock. It hadn't been that long since they had woken up and she was already going stir crazy.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"You're hallucinating," Kai said after his particularly disturbing display. Mira, at that point, was speechless. Kai was a monster as far as she could tell. "It's like because you're turning so soon after a traumatic event. You should go back to bed," he explained, though he made no effort to look at her. "What do you mean?" she asked, though he chose to take a bite out of his pancakes rather than answer her. "What the fuck, Kai?" she stated before storming off back to her room. Fine, if he wanted her to go back to bed, she would. She didn't have to deal with this.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"You have to keep the blankets on, love. Your fever needs to come down. Try to go back to sleep, okay? I'll stay here with you," Thyme said softly as he dabbed her forehead with a cooler cloth. She wanted to protest about the blankets, but she was far too tired to even try. Her eyes, which she had continually tried to force open, had once again fallen closed. "This...is the worst....flu...ever..." she managed to croak out, her chin crinkling some as she spoke. She leaned over some to put her head against Thyme's chest when he sat next to her. "You'll...really...stay?" she asked, her breathing obviously labored.<br/><br/>Once the fever was broken and she had rest, it was likely that Brie wouldn't breath so heavily. But as it was, it took all her effort for every small bit of air she could get. Definitely was not her favorite thing. It had been so long since she had been sick that she had forgotten what being sick even felt like. Now that she was reminded, she was quite over it and hoped the illness would go away soon.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>When Kallista had woken in the morning, she made her way to Paetra's room almost immediately. Quietly she sat next to Paetra's bed, holding her smaller hand. "My poor little bird," she muttered softly, her eyes taking in the still, pale form of Paetra. The girl had shown no signs of any improvement since she had been stabilized, but messengers of PM continually assured Silas and Kallista that their medical team was top notch and that they would figure out what was the problem. Kallista wasn't so sure.<br/><br/>She hated herself so much for bringing Paetra with them and she was angry at everyone, even Silas. Even herself. Anger, however, was getting her no where and she knew that.