(LOL, that made me giggle
. Poor Rook)
Leaning up against the cold wall, Linden finally succumbed to his exhaustion and fell into a fitful sleep. Although he didn't usually, he began to dream. Images of his childhood flashed into his mind, his sisters and his mother, then the caravan guards on one of their many trips. He was almost able to forget where he was, only the hard floor and a sharp rock protruding from the wall, jabbing him between the shoulder blades, kept him in the "real world".
He didn't know how long he had been out when Mavis suddenly broke into a fit of violent coughing. The cave was dimmer then before, probably because Rook hadn't stirred the fire for awhile, he figured. He slowly got to his feet and looked down helplessly at the boy. His forehead was damp and clammy, covered in a cold sweat even though he was still shivering. After pulling the blanket up closer to Mavis' chin, he jerked his head towards Rook and asked, "Can't you get him something to eat? He's hungry, and what about the bandages I asked for? The longer they sit untreated, the more likely an infection will set in before I can treat it."