Notes: Part 1 of Disease.
Disease 1
Tibarn shifted uncomfortably on the cot, feeling as if he should be up and about now that his fever had broken. The plague had taken out the majority of Nevassa, hammering the commerce center, and very few people were crawling out of the ruins. A pale hand settled on his shoulder and pushed him back onto the cot.
"Stay put or you'll risk a relapse, and that really will kill you," Elincia scolded him. "The fact that I'm able to restrain you with one hand should tell you just how weak you are."
Tibarn grimaced but nodded his reluctant acquiescence to the skilled healer. How the green-haired woman had managed to show up just when she was most needed and begin to turn the tide against the plague, the brown-haired man didn't know, but she was a god-send. Without her, many people would not have made the recoveries that they were now in the process of. She had made enough of a difference that Nevassa would survive.
She was an enigma, but Tibarn didn't really care. All that mattered was that she had plans that had not just stopped but also reversed the damage caused by the plague. Nevassa would recover. And Elincia would move on, off to wherever she had been going before sidetracking to help his city.
And that was the rub, wasn't it? He would likely never see her again after everyone here was on the way to recovery. It wasn't that Tibarn wanted anyone to continue suffering; he just wanted a reason for Elincia to stay.