[She's feverish, boiling hot, but doesn't seem inclined to lie back down, having another couple mouthfuls of food between words.] I don't think you can help much. I can help keep the trees around here alive a bit longer though. Just need to.... get up.

[Which is... ugh, everything feels tired and hot and just awful. Way worse than yesterday. She puts down the bowl of porridge, still mostly full and swings her legs out over the edge of the bed, fully intent on getting up. In.. just a minute... god, she's so tired.]