Fires

If Soren looked closer—which he did as he pushed himself to his feet—he could see beads of sweat prickling above the collar of Ike’s shirt. No doubt there would be more underneath the fabric of his headband, which even Ike was nudging aside as he turned his forehead to rest against the stone column next to him.“Sorry.” Ike moistened his lips. “It’s… too hot. And I’m also… so cold.”Speaking of chills, a shiver nearly worked its way down Soren’s spine as he evaluated the situation in front of him. Ike wasn’t well, that much was clear. He rested a tentative hand next to Ike’s elbow, below the rolled hem of his sleeve, and found the skin flushed, as if after a heavy round of training outside in summer.