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The clock read 18:27.
No rain all day.
Good.
The light from the window had shifted.
Dimmer now.
The air was growing cold.
I sat in the same spot.
Not much had changed since the afternoon.
Yuna had eaten a little more.
The same porridge.
More than this morning.
She drank more smoothly, too.
Medicine had been taken.
Temperature was down.
Not normal.
But not high.
Now, there was a different problem.
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I looked at her frame.
Her clothes.
Slightly damp.
The sweat from earlier hadn't completely dried.
If left as is, she'd get cold.
Cold = bad.
I stood up.
Grabbed clothes from the small wardrobe.
A thin shirt.
Dry.
Returned to the futon.
"…Yuna."
Her eyes opened slowly.
Faster response than this morning.
"…hm…"
"Change your clothes."
She was quiet.
For a few seconds.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
"…I can do it myself…"
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She tried to sit up.
Her hands pressed against the futon.
Her body rose a fraction.
Then stopped.
Unsteady.
