The room was still.
Not a whisper. Not a breeze. Only the rise and fall of Avery's chest on the bed. Her skin, usually warm with color, had turned pale.
Three healers moved quietly around her, their hands steady. Bowls of herbs steamed in the corner of the room. One healer dipped a cloth into a mixture of crushed sage and moonwater, gently wiping Avery's forehead.
"Goddess," she exclaimed, jerking back, her eyes wide with shock. "She's burning up again. Her temperature is unnatural."
The second healer moved closer, placing her hand on Avery's forehead. She winced, jumping back. "She's not just burning up. She's heating," she exclaimed. In less than a second, Avery had begun to sweat, so much so that the bedsheet got soaked in under a second.
"Her powers are tilted. It's irking negatively in her body right now," the third healer said.
