"I know," she tells him, because she really does. She remembers having fevers as a child, and how uncomfortable they always made her feel, how she wanted nothing more than to curl up in her mother's lap and shut out the world. Not that she was ever allowed to, but she would have loved it. "The good news is, in a minute, it won't feel as cold. Water, the great equalizer." She just has to find the right temperature - cool him down, but keep him from shivering. Chills are fine, it's the shivers that are dangerous.

He's not fighting it so hard any more. Resignation? It's not as good as understanding, but she'll take it. "All right. Let's get you out of these, because they're going to feel very heavy and uncomfortable soon." She reaches for his tunic, fingers working at the laces so she can hopefully get it over his head before it becomes too water-logged and heavy.