The discussion was rather abrupt and brutal to the point.
"We can't let her in," Thran said. "If she's carrying the plague—"
"She's not sick," Kael said. "I saw her from the wall. She's exhausted, but she's not showing symptoms."
"That doesn't mean she isn't carrying it. The plague spreads through breath. Through the air. She could have been exposed a dozen times in that camp without knowing it."
"I know." Kael paused. "Which is why we're not letting her in. But we're also not sending her away."
He laid out the plan that had been forming in his mind since the moment he'd woken, the knowledge that had settled over him like a second skin.
"We need to establish a quarantine line. No one enters or leaves the village without passing through it. Anyone who's been in contact with the sick, anyone who's been to the human camp, stays outside until we know they're not carrying it."
"And the sick?" Lira asked.
