He didn't respond at the first yell of his name, but when she grabbed his face, it was obvious that he was feverish as well.  But his eyes flickered open for a moment, but the weight of the lids were too much in his weakened state.  He tried to open his mouth to speak, but coughed instead, instinctively trying to turn his head to not cough on her.  Once the fit was done, he was able to mutter, "It smelled the hog.  Or I drew it," he managed to say, shivering for a moment.  "Can't believe I won," he added, a morbid little laugh echoing in his chest.<br/><br/>Bastion landed near the fire, looking at it.  It blinked at the creature a few times and between her own sight and Bastion's, its was easy to figure out what it had been - a skull that large could only mean an ogre, but it seemed too large for an orc and too small for an ogre.  Something different, but still familiar.  The fire... not even Bastion's additional input seemed to help with that.  Only thing she could figure out - it was magical.  Tommy smiled, "Yeah, I did that," he answered her before she could even ask, "You've got competition now..."  He coughed again and breathed deeply.  "Saul is gonna kick my ass..."