Slowly, but by bit, the infection recedes with proper care and the help of healers. Felix expected to make a full recovery they say, commending Ashe for getting to him in time.

He has strange dreams, ambiguous shapes just outside of his vision, and Dimitri walking away from him. No matter how hard he ran or called out, he was one step ahead, running toward a gaping, vicious maw. The swordsman jolts awake, sweat soaking him through, sticking his hair to his forehead.

His face still feels flushed, but he eagerly grabs the water and downs it, quenching his parched mouth. His lips feel like they've been baked by the fever. Sitting up slowly, wincing at how his leg aches, he does make out the soft voices, Ashe standing apart from them as he remembers exactly where he is.