Ravah smiled at the girl's concern but continued her inspection "The Lady provides strength in equal measure to our challenges.  Once we are on our way I might take the opportunity to rest.  After all," she smiled, a surprisingly impish grin that lit up her face "I doubt the Goddess would forgive me if I sent someone to the Hereafter and my excuse was 'I needed a nap'."<br/><br/>She replaced the lid on the last crate and dusted her gloved hands "There, all done.  It doesn't look particularly appealing but the food should keep us alive through the trip and avoid killing us.  I'll have to talk to the caravan master about including some fruit in the daily rations . . .a proper balance would be . . . .ohhhhh." Ravah murmured as she stood up, suddenly swaying on her feet as her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed slightly.<br/><br/>Removing one of the gloves she pressed her dry palm against her forehead, wincing slightly at it's almost feverish heat even as she shivered slightly beneath her chilly armor.  She sank back down, her knees suddenly feeling quite weak.  Fever.  It would most likely break on it's own, but she couldn't risk worsening it's effects, not at the start of a journey.<br/><br/>She smiled at the slim girl, eyes still slightly unfocused but still full of her customary warmth and intelligence "Hmmm, perhaps your right.  Here at the start I doubt anyone will get into too serious of trouble.  I . . I think I should lie down.  Would you know of a place in the caravan I might?"