“Doctor Nanku!” Lily called, staggering into the Doctor’s hut. The poor woman—Lily only knew her as one of the people who lived near the train, someone who came down every so often to the farm to get rations—had passed out, but Lily didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious. Only that she had found this woman passed out in shade, overheated and soaked through with sweat. Reminiscent of how she’d felt during the draught.

Lily took a break and lifted with her knees, half-dragging the woman up the stairs and into the hut. Dr. Nanku was in, luckily, and Lily wavered, just a little, upon seeing him. They haven’t had a proper conversation, really; he’d helped Dr. Iyaz examining the drought victims and the tree-people, her included, and she’d heard he had helped with Jordano’s amputation.

The woman’s sweat-slippery arm slid out of Lily’s hand and she slumped to the floor. Lily immediately went down after her, hauling her up by the armpits and looking back to the doctor. “What do you need me to do?” she asked Dr. Nanku.