[ huh. what was sylvain trying to say there. that didn't seem correct?

but he agrees with that sentiment. dimitri sighs, sits up -

- and groans. ]

Well ... I don't feel good.

[ dimitri buries his head on his arms, sighing heavily. ] My headache has gone worse. I feel like ... I'm going to be feverish.

Have we been poisoned? [ and so early in their stay? damn ]