There was a limit even to the resiliency of a Realian.
Febronia had worked tirelessly to restore Luis Virgil to health. Within days he'd gone from being critically injured to enjoying a limited amount of mobility.
But Febronia was wearing down. She hadn't slept or eaten in two days and now Luis watched as she stumbled from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. The hot liquid from one cup sloshed over her fingers.
"Sit down before you really hurt yourself," Luis insisted, and set one cup on the table.
The other one he held steady, so she could drink.