His forehead was almost hot enough to make Elizabeth wonder why the drops of water on her hand didn't turn into steam. Her touch didn't seem to do anything to wake him up, but moments later Glaran's eyes flew open and a scream ripped from his throat. His eyes wide, he scrambled sideways and backwards, away from Elizabeth. "No..no..no.." his voice was a croaking whisper as he repeated the same words over and over again. His hands twitched toward where his dagger should have been, but he had taken it off and put is beside him on the ground when he sat down earlier.