Cleopoda stayed by Zenas' side throughout the night. He slept well at first until his tossing and turning had woken her up and when she fully came awake she found his side of the bed drenched in sweat. Even though he was shivery and claimed to be cold sweat still poured from his hot body so she took some water and a piece of cloth to mop his body with and bring down his temperature. He had viciously fought her, lamenting against the coldness of the water. He was bigger than she was so when he protested she had waited for him to finish trashing around the bed before returning to finish her work. His wounds were already healed, much to her surprise. Some were still healing slowly but by morning they were no more but his body was still hot. Early the next morning the door of the room was thrown open and the young man who had come the previous day came in with a scowl on his face. He immediately walked to the foot of the bed.
"Why is he still asleep?" He growled.