The fever had ravaged their bodies, which had been weak to begin with. The adults were all elderly, the children just babes. Still, it broke Ti’s heart to know he’d been too late to help them. Perhaps if the water had been delivered the day before, they might have survived.Olyva spent the entire night propping up one tribe member after another and feeding them water she’d mixed with the rough bark from her own body. Tiberius tried not to think about the strange medicine. Olyva’s body was different and in some ways grotesque. The patches of rough scales that resembled tree bark was strange; the fact that it held medicinal properties was simply astounding.When morning came, they were all exhausted, but the tribe was beginning to show signs of recovery. Rafe had moved all the prisoners to the center of the camp, and Lexi had seen to all the animals, not just the horses. After a few hours of sleep, Tiberius sat with Te’sumee, leader of the tribe’s Rogu, who was already much improved.
