She had terrible feverish dreams for what felt like days. Augustus hadn't been wrong when he said she wasn't well. Maybe the combination of sitting in the cold for so long trying to figure out what was happening inside and months of poor nutrition and stress was to blame. It was all bound to catch up with her eventually. At least she was fortunate enough to fall ill in the presence of one of the few people alive she trusted implicitly. The alternative to being found in the streets by a less-than-savory person or being somehow returned to her husband was better than she could've hoped for.