[Tefé usually likes sleeping. But with the plant life wilting around the temple, she's been exerting herself to the point of exhaustion the last few days, and sleeping like a log (pardon the plant pun).
But this last night's been full of fever dreams, sweating, in some kind of half-awake half-asleep state. She'd never been sick in her life before these last few days, but if she thought she felt bad before, well, this is something else entirely.
She groans at the voice, but squints her eyes open enough to at least see some kind of blurry outline, mumbling:]
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But this last night's been full of fever dreams, sweating, in some kind of half-awake half-asleep state. She'd never been sick in her life before these last few days, but if she thought she felt bad before, well, this is something else entirely.
She groans at the voice, but squints her eyes open enough to at least see some kind of blurry outline, mumbling:]
.....No. What is it?