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23, Feverish

Britta peeled back her eyes, and realised she was collapsed back onto the ground. She groaned and sat up, meeting Micahs eyes.

"You're glowing." He said.

Britta looked at her hands and realised that the remnants of the magic still ran through her.

"Um, yeah, about that...."

Micah rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to make a sarcastic remark. Then he turned red and looked away.

"You're not wearing anything." He said.

Britta looked down at herself. She was still wearing the loose bandaging around her chest and her trousers. The belt around them still held a dagger in its sheath.

"That's an over statement." Britta said, glancing over at him, his breathing was steady, and she realized he had fallen asleep. Who would have thought something little like that would unnerve him? She asked herself. Once she would have been mortified, but now the only thing that made her feel embarrassed was the fact that he knew she was female.

She crawled over to him, every limb aching, and looked him over. His wound was still bleeding, but he was warmed up now, and she guessed she only had enough energy to heal the worst of his injuries. She unwound the bandage and checked him over, estimated another week until he could move without the wound reopening. She rinsed out the bandage and put it back on, curling up nearby and falling asleep.

BRITTA! Where have you been? I couldn't feel you at all before, I thought you were dead. Came a voice, shattering the comfortable blackness.

Sorry, it's a long story, I think I went into the spirit world. Diana, we had to face our fears to get out-

We?

Me and Micah, The Voice told me I had to bring his spirit back.

Oh, well are you okay?

I think so, I was sleeping but now...

We'll talk later then.

Britta drifted back off to sleep.

When she woke up, she still felt tired, and knew that was the side effect of using The Voice. She rolled over, realising it was midday. Rubbing her head, she told herself she had been sleeping long enough. Standing up, she saw Micah, still asleep.

Britta could feel Diana's presence once again, and she was beyond relieved, but too exhausted to talk.

She set up camp in a shallow cave, gathering wood and setting up a fire. Britta pulled Micah inside, and went to find something to eat. At the river bank, she gathered reeds and made three fish traps, putting them each in a different area of the river. She found small wild potatoes and other greens, before going back to the cave and cooking them, speared on a stick.

Banking the fire, she made sure it was safe to leave burning before letting herself fall asleep again.

When she woke up she was feeling much better, the food she had eaten before had given her strength and she sat up. She could tell by Micahs breathing he would wake soon, and left to check the fish traps before he could. She also gathered herbs to prevent infection in Micahs injury. There was a fish in one of the traps, so she took it, and left the trap in the same place, moving the other two. She also gathered rocks so she could set up a place to cook the fish.

Back at camp, Micah was awake. He averted his eyes from her and Britta snorted.

"Seriously?" She asked. Then she sighed. She realized she should try get along with him so she spoke in a calmer tone. "Look, with that wound you'll be stuck here for at least a week before we can move so you need to treat me as you treat Bren."