She tensed and twisted a bit, looking at him from her curled position on the couch, a frown crossing her face as her memory tried to provide the man's name.
And failed, after a few moments.
She hadn't remembered asking his name at any point, either.
He had the look of a young, good-natured youth. An easy-going, simple face with a grin, and that light, never-seen-the-sun skin she was getting accustomed to seeing on most Siderans. "Mm, the fever went down a bit." He touched her forehead, brushing away some of her hair and making her tense at the contact.
"Fever...?" She murmured, squinting up at him in suspicion.
What fever?
She'd been exhausted, surely, but sick? She wasn't sick. She'd just gotten over being sick.
"While you were asleep you suddenly became feverish." He shook his head, straightening. "But it seems to have passed already. I've never seen such a thing before."
Was that...
Perhaps a symptom of the Quickening?
