They were, weren't they? Daff looked down at her hands through blurry eyes. It was hard to tell because everything felt like it was shaking a little. This was the worst the symptoms had ever gotten. A whole week without some kind of actual, true, restorative rest was staring to take its toll and Daff was helpless against it.

"Noble," She started, forgetting herself, then pushed on, too affected to care. She reached out to him to steady herself, but missed, knocked off balance. Any shred of familiarity they had once shared was going to have to be summoned; she didn't have a choice. "I think I'm going to pass out," And then she did, slumping forward, tremors still wracking her frame at irregular intervals.