Kane woke slowly, gradually, the fever finally breaking sometime in the deepest hours of the night, and Wren felt his hand tighten around hers with returning strength just as gray dawn light began filtering weakly into the cave's entrance once more.
"Wren." His voice, though still rough, carried none of the frightening thinness it had held the night before.
"I'm here." She pressed her palm against his forehead, relief flooding through her at the absence of the burning heat that had terrified her for the past two days. "Your fever's broken. How do you feel?"
"Like I was stabbed and poisoned," he said, managing a weak, wry smile that made her laugh despite everything, the sound cracking with exhaustion and relief in equal measure. "But considerably better than I felt the last time I was c
