[At Valo's whining, Ilsa tries to reassure him with a crooked smile, her hand settling to rest against Eustace's forehead again to check when he doesn't answer her.]

He'll be alright. [A dry laugh.] He's made it this far through today, a little fever isn't going to break him.

... I hope.

[She lifts the blankets so that they wrap around him, and pats the bed for Valo to jump up beside him.]

Will you stay here with him while I fetch some things?