"Careful!" Tristan snapped, when the man lifted her without instruction. It was done. "Take her inside," he added. "The room on the left, then the door to your right. Put her on the table." He followed the man in. Was this the illness she had seen Dr. Witaker for? Or was this Mr. Meijer's doing? At this point, Tristan wouldn't put it beyond him.

"Any wounds or injury you are aware of? How long has she had this fever?"