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The morning sun pierced the canopy, casting dappled light over Tsireya as she stirred in her hammock, her turquoise skin glowing with an unnatural heat. A soft, congested sniffle broke the serene quiet. She pushed herself up slowly, rubbing her temples, her fluid grace replaced by a fragile, trembling weakness. Ao’nung blinked awake beside her, his eyes widening as he took in her glassy, fever-bright gaze. He rose immediately, concern carving lines into his face as he stepped closer. His hand hovered, then pressed gently against her forehead, feeling the fierce warmth radiating from her skin. Tsireya leaned into his cool touch, a shiver running through her, her voice emerging as a raw, hoarse whisper as she confessed her sickness, looking utterly unlike her usual luminous self.