Varena felt a shimmer of irritation at his words, but she lacked the energy to retort, or even get very angry, it was taking all her energy to just stay awake right now. She didn't even protest when he picked her up, her breathing quick but shallow as the poison began to win out over her control. By the time Rordan found them some shelter, her shivering was much more pronounced, and her brown hair was sticking to her face and neck as she began to sweat more profusely. Varena had also passed out at some point during his search, and lay unconscious when he finally deposited her on the cave floor.
So she was unaware of Rordan's struggle as he got off the rest of her armor and most of her clothes, the effects of her blood working on him like poison itself, though more akin to an aphrodisiac than a poison. She was in no mind to alleviate the effects though, let alone even be aware of his touch on a conscious level. In her sleep, it did stir her a little, bringing about dreams more like hallucinations, of hands stroking and caressing her. Varena only shivered and groaned occasionally though, what little clothing that remained on her soaked in her sweat in no time.
The fever meant a few things, she would need liquids forced into her to keep her from dehydrating, and she would need something to fight inflammation, as well as her bandage changed regularly with fresh crow's beard. There was no cure though, it would only take time and vigilance on Rordan's part to help her body fight off the poison. As night settled, she still remained unconsciously, occasionally groaning or muttering in her sleep, curled into a tight ball with her body occasionally wracked by small tremors as the poison caused her pain.
So she was unaware of Rordan's struggle as he got off the rest of her armor and most of her clothes, the effects of her blood working on him like poison itself, though more akin to an aphrodisiac than a poison. She was in no mind to alleviate the effects though, let alone even be aware of his touch on a conscious level. In her sleep, it did stir her a little, bringing about dreams more like hallucinations, of hands stroking and caressing her. Varena only shivered and groaned occasionally though, what little clothing that remained on her soaked in her sweat in no time.
The fever meant a few things, she would need liquids forced into her to keep her from dehydrating, and she would need something to fight inflammation, as well as her bandage changed regularly with fresh crow's beard. There was no cure though, it would only take time and vigilance on Rordan's part to help her body fight off the poison. As night settled, she still remained unconsciously, occasionally groaning or muttering in her sleep, curled into a tight ball with her body occasionally wracked by small tremors as the poison caused her pain.