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The idea of escaping from my chambers crossed my mind more than I would like to admit, but I knew I shouldn’t do that. If I was sick too, I would only be putting others at risk.
I received reports every hour.
Lugh’s health—he was still weak and unconscious. The healer had been administering the only medicine we had against the sea plague, but it was never effective. It helped with pain and slowed the virus, but it didn’t truly stop it. The plague was fatal.
The quarantine situation—at least half of the fae from the fortress and the soldiers who had fought in the battle were now showing symptoms of the sea plague, like fever and headache. I kept praying it was a fluke and none of them were really sick.
The camp and the barrier—though days had passed since we took Coch Maer back
