She cleaned her, gave her the baby to nurse, and wrapped mother and child in her own cloak. Then she built up the fire with the remainder of the wood. When she finished, Dar lay against Loral on the side away from the fire. Soon, both women were asleep. Loral’s shivering woke Dar when there was only a faint glow in the eastern sky. “Are you all right?” “I’m c-cold,” said Loral in a groggy voice. Dar got up. The fire had died to embers. She pushed the unburned ends of the branches together and blew on them. A yellow flame appeared. Then she uprooted some heather and tossed it on the flame. The fire flared up. “Is that better?” “I’m still cold and wet.” In the firelight, Loral’s lips looked dark. Dar bent over to stroke Loral’s brow. It was clammy. “You’ve been lying on damp ground,” Dar said. “It’s dry closer to the fire.” Loral said nothing; she simply stared at Dar, looking confused.
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