ELISE
I drag my covers over my chin and burrow deeper into my sleeping mat in the corner. For some reason, whether it is the food or just my living conditions, I fell ill last week and since then it has been a battle to live. Ian has been over a couple of times, more often than usual to help me with the little he knows about healing. He does not know much, and the best we can do is try to get my temperature down while he feigns sickness to the palace healer to gets tonics to bring for me. I have refused going to visit a real healer however, something about the idea gives me chills, as if somehow I know that if I do I will not be returning back. It is the first time I am feeling intuitive about anything, and since I am determined not to die from this illness, I figure that I will most prob
