[Cleaning]
There was no real way to tell time.
Their internal clocks was all they had, and after that much time it was simply impossible to know if it was even day, outside of this place.
The dungeon was a constant through time.
What happened in it never fluctuated, its behavior barely changed and what they needed to do remained.
Mori spent what she thought to be a night by Mori's side, watching his every move, and changing the folded cloth on his forehead.
His fever barey went down, she had no idea if it was even useful, but that's all she knew how to do.
While it was dark, it seemed as if dawn came around every time his consciousness pushed through.
Those moments where he was back, talking like nothing happened.
Before disappearing once more, leaving her behind.
She sat there, gazing at him.
She looked at his strained facial expression, his muscles tensing up or his hands tightening.
"What can I do?!" she asked.