Chalsea's sleep was rather unstable. She would wake up all the time during the night, moaning in pain and thirst as her body would constantly build up heat all the time. She felt like she was burning and the ice she ate up seemed like the only thing that helped while everyone else was asleep. With each ice block she'd swallow, she felt it melt inside her throat, cooling her down a little bit. Luckily she had a lot of ice let by her bed, but she was not completely conscious while doing so. She moved on autopilot the whole time, her mind in a haze. In between waking up from thirst, she would have dreams and nightmares. She had visions of places and faces she had never met before, almost as if reliving someone's else memories for fractions of a second every now and then. With all the images there was one thing that repeated on nearly all of those memories and that was fire. There was always fire surrounding her while she saw through someone's eyes. It felt confusing and disorienting, but she had no choice as the fever continued to rage inside her body despite the effects of both Rose's and Adalia's magic. 

 By morning, Chalsea's body had finally stabilized for the moment. The fever mostly broke and her body temperature seemed to normalize as she no longer felt feverish or hot. Her body was still hotter than normal, but just a tad. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling a lot better than yesterday. It was strange, she could swear she had seen something important, but couldn't remember what it was. Feeling slightly thirsty, Chalsea reached for the bucket of ice once more and crunched down on the last remaining frozen chunk.

 [color=6ecff6]“Ahhh... this felt good.”[/color] She managed to say with a relieved smile and looked around. She... didn't recognize this room. Where was she? [color=6ecff6][i]'What happened after I... fell?'[/i][/color] She thought, trying to put thing together. She vaguely remembered the start of the training yesterday along with the rain. She was putting Adalia's soldiers under the deathmarch... then around the final laps everything went hazy and afterwards she remembered nothing. It was just a white mist blanket that covered all her memories. Judging by the bucket of ice and water it must have been for fever... and the fact how sweaty she felt...

 [color=6ecff6][i]'Yeah.... I need a bath.'[/i][/color] She concluded and tried to leave the bed, but didn't get past managing to roll over to the side and get her legs over the edge of the bed. She didn't even try to stand up as her feet felt so weak and wobbly. There was no way she would be able to walk like this, but it didn't stop her from trying in the end. Gathering all possible strength she could muster in that moment, she managed to bring herself to her legs with the help of her hands as she grabbed the edge of the bed, then a nearby table and finally the window. It wasn't so much her legs holding her than it was actually her arms. She finally lost even the strength in her hands as her grip loosened and she felt on her knees by the window.  Wow she had not felt like this in years.

 Still in this curious position, she noticed something nice through the window. She could recognize the backyard outside! This was Adalia's mansion!!! Chalsea felt all happy inside, knowing the queen took her in while she was sick! The realization even made her blush like a girl in love for a few moments, before she realized how it looked and shook her head to push the thoughts away. Then just as she had successfully managed to push her silly love thoughts away, she saw Adalia walk through the yard and vanishing behind a line of trees. All the emotions she managed to bring under control just a few moments ago, flooded her mind once more at the mere sight of the queen. Even from the distance, Chalsea couldn't help but admire Adalia's beauty, especially in that dress that perfectly suited her gorgeous curves. She wanted to go out there and follow the queen, but knew her body wouldn't allow it. She instead decided to get back to the bed, especially since she realized she was naked. They must have taken off her clothes because of the fever. 

 With last strength, she managed to pull herself into the bed again. Despite feeling very happy she was like this in Adalia's mansion, Chalsea also felt really regretful since she couldn't be out there with the queen and spend time together. After a couple of minutes in that condition she finally narrowed her eyes in determination and rolled in the bed again, attempting to sit up. She quickly spotted what she assumed was her clothing. It was strange she didn't remember getting dressed in that yesterday for the training. Someone dressed her in that after she fell sick? She blinked a few times and pulled the clothing with some difficulty. Eventually she started to dress up, she even missed the symbol on her hip that Adalia had left with her magic. 

 Finally dressed up, she struggled to stand up and with sheer force of will, take a few steps to the door of the room. She wanted to get out there and meet Adalia! The force of will was a powerful thing! She manged to get to the door and open it, with wobbly legs, she took a step into the hall, before her legs gave up and she fell on a knee, barely keeping from falling by keeping firm hold of the doorframe. She felt silly... She needed to stand up, the last thign she needed was for a maid or servant to pass by and see her in this pathetic state.