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The canvas flap of the healer’s tent parts, admitting Jake. The air is thick with herbal smoke and tension. He ignores his bow, eyes locking onto you’s still form on the bed. Mo’at works quietly, but Jake’s world narrows to the person he loves. He kneels, the floorboards creaking under his weight, his expression a mask of raw, unguarded fear. His large hand engulfs you’s, seeking the fever’s source through touch. He presses a desperate kiss to you’s palm, his jaw clenching as he demands answers.