Wyatti held onto her conscious as firmly as she could, but all the noise was far too much for her. She could barely breathe, her lungs growing tight, the temperature refusing to break. Her little hands reached out once more, to grab at the man. It was important for her to do so, to be wrapped in his warmth, to be close, but something was holding her back. She needed to get away. But only a whimpered cry escaped her lips. Heat controlled her, a more basic level as her mind searched for the key to getting to him. It would be safe with him after all.
A word, a name, it came to her, his name was uttered and once more the Kelvic tried to move, before her mind slipped and tumbled back down. Was she passed over? Was she not? She wanted to speak to him, to tell him again and again. For it was the simplicities of a child that made her believe she had done wrong, that she had upset him. Wyatti never wanted to do wrong after all. The heat grew intense, the Kelvic felt herself grow tight, a gasp for air before she slumped once more, her body growing still.
It would be so easy to surrender to the fever heat. To let all the senses go, to let one’s self dip into the darkness, and be to swallowed whole. To not think of the suffering, or the worries too. To only know that you would be forgiven, for letting go too soon. But Wyatti knew it was not time, right?