[Fortunately, he doesn't have to struggle alone. Blue helps him as he pushes himself up, a guiding hand put under his arm and assisting with some of the weight of his tired body. She pulls the blanket back around his shoulders as the shivers start again, a small attempt to bring him a little comfort while upright.]

You know I'll do my best.

[She brushes some of the sweat-slicked bangs away from his face. Then she gets to work.]

[She's already taken note of his fever with that previous gesture, moves her hands to the sides of his neck to feel for stiffness or swelling, checks his pulse, puts an ear to his back to listen for unusual sounds. She lacks the tools necessary for a good assessment, but the results are sufficient enough to give her confidence in what she already suspected:]

It sounds like pneumonia, if you know what that is.

[She has no way of knowing what Krat's level of medical knowledge might be. She moves from the bed to her satchel now, glass clinking as she pulls out the small jars she needs and sets them on the small bookcase nearby.]

You mentioned not having an appetite; do you feel nauseous?