A World of Worlds

She woke up briefly, shivering, eyes half open. Maya sat by the bedside, wiping the sweat from Fiana’s forehead.

  “How convenient.” Brynt’s voice boomed. “Just as she’s meant to actually do something she ‘falls ill.’”

  “She’s not pretending, marshal. The medic is on his way. You’re out of your mind if you think you can fake a whole bucket of sweat.”

  Maya wrung a cloth into the half-full glass bowl in her lap.

  “Better pray she gets well soon then. For all our sakes.”