"On it." Vanyel goes methodically down the row of patients. It takes him a lot longer than it does Belrun, because he's so cautious, but he's gradually getting more accustomed to it. 

She hydrates everybody else. Checks on Leareth through the bond again.

This time he feels blearily awake, though he doesn't seem to notice her poking the bond. 

She begs off to check on him, washes her hands, investigates herself for any intrusive flu-bits.

Some hopeful flu-bits are trying to set themselves up in her nasal membranes, but there aren't that many of them yet. 

She viciously murders them. Blows her nose and drops the handkerchief into the boiling water. Checks again.

She is now clear. 

She goes to her and Leareth's room and lets herself in. "How are you feeling?"

He's arranged himself a nest of pillows and is curled up in it, staring grumpily at a half-full glass of water on the bedside table. "Hmm? Oh, you are back. I felt better this morning but now I feel worse again. How is everyone else?" 

"No more deaths since last night. Variable condition. Trouble drinking?"

"I have been trying, I feel very nauseated." Talking makes it worse, but he's worried Mindspeech will make his head hurt more, so there's really no way to win here. 

"Some people are throwing up. Don't push it."

"Why does the flu even do that. I always thought it was just like a cold but worse." 

"In a lot of ways it is but it can also do that. I don't know, all my research was very basic, I wish I'd been on the cutting edge of a centuries-old field but I wasn't." She sits on the bed, tucks her legs under her, attempts to fix him up.

Leareth is overall doing better than before, actually, his body making a solid effort to fight the invading flu; that reaction in itself is probably a lot of what's making him feel awful. He feels so miserable right now. 

"Wish you could stay'n hug me," he says tiredly. "Missed you. Still - worried - but, feel too sick to think." 

"I think your blobby cells are doing their jobs," she diagnoses. "I wish I could stay too. I really do."

Leareth nods. Tries to wake himself up all the way. "Should we be - doing anything else? Got Healers. Still suspicious - interference - but, not sure how to act differently on that." 

"I can't think of anything else."

"Then - keep doing your best, I suppose. I am sorry not to be more useful." 

"You can be useful by resting and being okay, I will be way less useful if you're not." She kisses the top of his head. "I can stay and hug you a bit if you're the little spoon, I think."

"I would really really like that." 

She spoonifies them.

Aww. Leareth relaxes, his breathing slowing. He still feels terrible but at least now he can feel terrible and also be cozily hugged at the same time. 

Within five minutes he falls asleep again. 

She stays for nearly ten, then gets up and again scrubs and spot-checks herself.

She's still clean.