The lessons with Beverly had readied her for the eventuality that someone would become ill and feverish. After collecting several of the herbs that she knew would reduce fever and ease her head pains, she prepared them into a potion that Beverly could ingest without difficulty. It would be bitter, but it was better than something solid that she would have to chew. Even in her less than lucid moments, it would be easy for her to consume.

Sleep was best for her and while she rested, Lucrezia continually wet a cloth and pressed it to her head and chest, trying to reduce the heat from her forehead. There were others that came to check on and visit Beverly, but as much as she was able, Lucrezia remained at her side.

When finally she woke, she smiled. There was soup and tea already prepared for her, reheated as the hours passed. It was at least warm now for her. "You are awake. How is your head?"