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The heavy flap of the healer's tent parts, and Jake steps inside. The air hangs thick with herbal smoke and a palpable, waiting dread. He lets his bow fall from his grip, his eyes locking onto you’s motionless form on the bed. Mo’at works with quiet efficiency, but Jake's entire world has narrowed to the person lying there. He kneels, the floorboards groaning under his weight, his expression stripped bare of everything but raw, unguarded fear. His large hand engulfs you’s, seeking the source of the fever through touch alone. He presses a desperate kiss to you’s palm, his jaw clenching as he demands an answer from the silence.