Bethany jerked a little under Teren's hands, but relaxed the moment she heard that voice. "Oh, Teren, thank the Maker it's you."

She laughed weakly, letting the other woman guide her back to the tent without any fight. "Yes, all right .... a blanket sounds like a good idea, actually."

She flopped, looking up at Teren with fever-bright eyes, her forehead burning under the other woman's touch.