#salamander shell

“I told you to wear a jacket.” Ileum muttered, shaking her head in disapproval. She gently tugged a thermometer from the girl’s mouth, inspecting it for a moment. “101 degrees Fahrenheit. Not high enough to be life-threatening, but enough for me to order you on bed-rest.”

She stepped back from the table, merely returning her equipment to its rightful places. “Go get dressed for bed, I’ll get the bed ready.”

( 8 ) “I-I ain’t... ‘m not tired.” The stifled yawn, and gloved hand reaching up to rub at her eye-socket betray her words, however. She was fairly used to shrugging off colds, and fevers, considering they didn’t have much treatment back when she was Patricia. Doesn’t mean it’s doing her any good though.