Her ears instantly turned red, and she hurriedly shrank back, sitting up.
Then she raised her eyes and glanced around.
The cave was not large, barely able to accommodate four or five people.
The fire pit in the center crackled.
Kaelan Hawthorne was squatting in the corner, with a small clay pot in front of him.
"Did I... have a fever?"
She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing her temples hard with her fingertips.
"What did Evan Orwell say about my illness?"
She asked softly.
If it was just a common cold, the symptoms would be milder...
She quietly raised her eyes and looked around, pondering.
Maybe she could secretly drink a mouthful of Spiritual Spring Water?
As long as no one discovered it, it wouldn't cause trouble.
Gideon Larkin shook his head.
"It's not an illness; the rainy season is approaching. Your fever is due to the symptoms of estrus."
