[She lets him maneuver her, not putting up a fight but adjusting when necessary. One arm is tucked up under her head, the other draped down her side. And she just watches him, knowing that he has no idea what to do. Neither does she, to be honest. But she wasn't fevered, wasn't hurting except for the occasional ache in her wings.
His hand is slightly cooler than her forehead, but there was no fever there.]
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His hand is slightly cooler than her forehead, but there was no fever there.]