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already falling back to sleep.
The next time she woke moonlight and shadow patterns had
moved farther along the wall, and CleisтАЩs bed was no longer empty.
She crept out of bed, padded over to the other bunk. She must have
dreamed that Cleis was gone, earlier. Cleis was sleeping soundly,
naked as usual. Jane checked to make sure no blood was seeping
through the bandages, then simply watched her for a while.


Cleis woke late the next morning. Jane brought her water and
fruit, checked her fever. тАЬNot as bad as yesterday, but still too high
for you to be out of bed.тАЭ
Cleis twisted restlessly under her blanket. тАЬYou should be out
working. Just because I have to spend the damn day in bed wasting
precious time doesnтАЩt mean the rains are going to come later than
planned.тАЭ
тАЬYour colors better,тАЭ Jane said.
тАЬWell, I hurt. My legs, my shouldersтАж strange places. All my
tendons feel pulled.тАЭ
тАЬYouтАЩd better take some painkillers.тАЭ
тАЬI donтАЩt want any more drugs.тАЭ She touched her stomach.
тАЬAnyway, they give me strange dreams. I feel exhausted from
running around the jungle in my dreams.тАЭ She looked up at Jane
crossly. тАЬNow whatтАЩs the matter? IтАЩm fine. IтАЩll take the damn pills.
Go do some work.тАЭ
Work, at least, would mean she would not have to think.
тАЬAnd before you go, hand me those notes. I can be of some
use.тАЭ Jane picked up the nearest camera case, opened the door.
тАЬAnd Jane, I think I was a bit delirious last night. Said some wild
things. Just forget it, OK?тАЭ
Jane nodded mutely.


CleisтАЩs fever lasted three days. She was up and about before
then. тАЬDonтАЩt tell me I should rest. IтАЩm fine. Never better. I donтАЩt
need two good arms to study the glyphs. And the rains wonтАЩt wait.тАЭ

The first couple of days at the site, Jane kept a surreptitious
eye on Cleis, but gave up when Cleis caught her at it and glared.
They worked in silence, Jane moving crabwise with camera and
tripod along walls, changing filters, checking light levels; Cleis
making notes, taking measurements, staring blankly at the trees and
muttering to herself.
On the fourth day, Jane got back to the shack to find Cleis
sitting on the bed with her notes, and the remains of the splint
piled in a heap on the table. тАЬI took it off,тАЭ Cleis said. тАЬMy arm
feels fine. It was probably just a sprain.тАЭ
There was nothing Jane could say. She cleared away the mess.
Something had changed since CleisтАЩs accident: children now
ran past their shack, playing games, and more than once Jane had