[A fever. She's never really been sick before, to her knowledge, a side effect of having grown up in such a controlled environment. But she remembers Toast had been sick, when she'd first arrived to The Citadel, malnourished and poisoned by the sun.
It had been a scary thing to see, and she's certain that's why they'd seen it, to make them feel lucky for their captivity.]
Like the ones sleeping.
[She's seen them, too.
Her hand drifts to her stomach, a gesture both for Angharad and for herself. Will this sickness effect the child growing inside her? Does she care if it does?]
Will that come next? I don't want to sleep forever.
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It had been a scary thing to see, and she's certain that's why they'd seen it, to make them feel lucky for their captivity.]
Like the ones sleeping.
[She's seen them, too.
Her hand drifts to her stomach, a gesture both for Angharad and for herself. Will this sickness effect the child growing inside her? Does she care if it does?]
Will that come next? I don't want to sleep forever.