~ SASHA ~
Sasha struggled to shake off the dread from the dream. Even when they discovered that she could give Zev her thoughts—and her feelings, something she wasn't quite as sure about—the little lift soon deflated when she touched his face again.
He was hot. Very hot. And not in the good way.
His skin was flushed, and his eyes bright with fever. Part of her wished for a thermometer from home. But then she thought, she didn't know what the normal temperature for a Chimeran was. And what if his temperature was horribly high? What if he was sicker than he was letting on?
As they walked out of the ravine and back into the valley meadow, following the line of the land, back towards the village, she didn't know whether to rush him, or keep the pace slow and save his energy.
