Kan saw a patch of the dark, starry sky above his head, then the faces of the people surrounding him came into focus: Vlada, Sereg, and the merchants; all of them looked troubled.
“He’s delirious now,” said Klarissa, Astrakh’s little sister.
Vladislava touched Kangassk’s brow.
“Yeah, and he’s burning up,” she said and bit her lip, thinking. “Any ideas, Sereg?”
“Well, there is not much we can do here without magic...”
“Magic!” Astrakh exclaimed. “Oh wow, you’re mages! So why don’t you just, you know, cast a healing spell or something?”
“Because,” Sereg lowered his voice, “we’re still deep in the No Man’s Land. The healing spell may work, may fail, or may explode in my hands and incinerate everything in a hundred meters radius around it, it’s all chancy here. Want to risk it?”
“No...” Astrakh’s head drooped.
“Hey,” Vlada waved her hand at them in an impatient gesture, “stop it you two!”
“Maybe, we can still help him without magic?” Klarissa spoke up, still as shy as ever. “We have a bag of medicinal herbs with us. I can make him a potion and add some honey to shake off the fever.”
“Do that,” Vlada said to the girl and then turned to Sereg. “I think he caught something in the White Region. Come, let’s talk in private.”
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