She smiles up at him -- and if her eyes are just a little brighter than they should be, it's probably the fever.

"I'm good here. Thanks."




By the following morning, it seems pretty definite that she isn't going to be feeling better in time to make her flight. Milliways it is.

It doesn't take too long to throw her own bag together. Getting dressed after that's done takes most of her remaining energy, but she urges herself not to be a wimp; she can go back to bed as soon as they're there.