When they'd gotten back to the inn, Aery was so exhausted that she could barely see straight. She kept coughing up blood (and every cough felt like one of those glowing hot knives in her ribs. Her legs and arms felt like they were on fire, too, which didn't exactly help, and her head was pounding.) But she had one more thing she had to do before bed. Rowan had very kindly left his boots in front of the room he had taken, and she went to rap on his door. "Rowan? Rowan! I need your help! A-Ame's poisoned and I think she might be dying."
Poor Ame. The girl had obviously been poisoned. Soon after the ritual with Celaena, she'd collapsed in delirium. By this point she was writhing and whimpering in obvious agony, her skin was painfully hot to touch, she was shivering so hard she was practically convulsing, and she was talking nonsense in a hundred different languages. She was probably dying, but there was nothing Aery could do. She'd drunk Aery's entire water flask and her skin was already dried and cracked like she was dying of dehydration. Beyond the water and keeping Ame swaddled in blankets to try and sweat the fever away, there wasn't much that she could do. But Rowan...