555. Slight Headache

"That would be easy to deal with. I don't know what it means to treat a sick person and the last time you needed a physician was pretty bad."

Mauve looked up at Jael, watching his face. It was hard to tell the emotions that passed across his face but she could easily see how worried he was.

"Don't worry, it's not the same." She grinned at him, scooting closer until most of her upper body was on his legs.

"Don't get comfortable, you should eat," Jael replied.

"This is so comfortable," she groaned, rolling on his legs.

"You should sit up," he replied.

She groaned and nodded, reluctantly sitting upright. Her head spun a little but she pretended it didn't. She didn't want Jael fussing any more than he was.

He didn't need to look like she would fall over and break into pieces. She didn't feel any worse than after an overactive night.