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[hmmmposing this one even tho concept has changed so its already different in my head... oh well]
- I have no idea, your shouting must have woken me up - I rose to a sitting position - ... is it still night?
- Oh yes, you can hardly see. Yes, it is still night.
Then why can I see everything? Better than during the day?
- Forgive me for this unexpected wake-up call - I returned to my bed full of doubts about the nature of my illness.
The first night brought with it changes clearly visible
in Mrs. Xera's behaviour. Yesterday cheerful, today not so much cold as absent. I could not shake off the feeling of guilt arising from the conviction
of my guilt.
The situation did not escape Zhunima's attention, who was probably beginning to regret bringing me here.
- Madam Xero... Do you think Hastar brought the plague here?
- No, no, I'm just tired, and our guest has apparently gotten better, so there's no need to fret.
- If you say so... - he took a bite of the apple and left the house. His words hung in the air, silently accusing me of this state of affairs.
- He might be right, after all, we don't even know what's wrong with me... Maybe...
- Please don't talk like that, you are obviously exhausted. A little rest and hot drinks will do the trick.
If it were that easy... But in any case, the day passed,
and the previous ailments did not return. The hostess still slightly depressed, but smiling. And so, when the twilight began to approach, another matter started to occupy our minds, as another sick person came to the hut. It was the mayor's wife.
- Oh Ceola, how m...
