A/N: Written for the fourth day of the 2021 Twelvetide Drabbles Challenge; prompt "garden"
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"Where do you think you're going?" Stella asks as Flora struggles free of her blankets. It's no effort to press her fevered friend back down.
"My plants..."
Stella blinks at Flora, then at Flora's window garden. Sure enough, the plants are wilting- no doubt reacting to Flora's illness.
"I need to-"
"You need to rest," Stella scolds gently, pulling the blankets back up. "I've got this."
Stella presses her hands together, then opens them to flood the room with light and warmth, making the plants perk up and preen. She grins around at Flora to find her asleep again already.