Extending a hand from her blanket cocoon, Fallon reached for the nearby towel that was (presumably) being used to wipe at his brow. She would've thought the fever to be under control by now, but apparently his condition was worse than she thought. The gentle touch at his brow caused him to stir and made Fallon withdraw quickly. "Lachlan?" She whispered. The potions forcing him to sleep couldn't be wearing off, could they? "Lachlan? Are you awake?"