Eve stroked her sister's hair, and wondered if the odd flashes of heat she'd felt last night were her fighting off the same thing. "I'm sorry sweetie," she murmured.<br/><br/>She jumped up, leaving the room, returning after just a few moments. "Claire, sweetie, if you're too warm why don't you drink this?" she held a glass of cold water. "You'll feel better."<br/><br/>She was worried about her sister--she didn't like to admit to weakness. But she knew Claire didn't like being fussed over, so she tried to keep her voice casual, even as she stroked her sister's head again, noting the heat with a frown.