We encountered our first real problem at the top of the mountains on the book of the second day. At which point, the thirst and hunger was finally taking its toll on every last one of us.
Lilith was irritable. Morrigan bristled at every word, refusing to hide how much she despised being ordered around. And whenever Lilith spoke to her like a child, Morrigan took it out on me and Evadne.
I couldn't quite see right, my limbs weakened, and my stomach gnawing wickedly, loud enough to make the group snicker. The ache in my left shoulder had ebbed, the wound healing slowly, but I suspected it had somehow gotten infected. I'd begun to feel feverish.
Couple that with the fatigue and cold, and I felt like death.
