Jacin looked at her, concern plain on his face.
He trotted up the path to his house.
Bursting through the door and starting a maid, he laid Freya on a sofa.
"Meg!" He said, addressing the maid. "Yes, master Jacin?" "Will you go prepare the guest bedroom please? Ask Thomas to move the fever supplies from my storage room in there as well. Tell cook to make some hot tea or soup." He bent over Freya, taking her pulse in her neck.