She falls into a space somewhere between conscious and unconscious, a sort of space between waking and whatever it is the fever is doing to her head. Visions of all kinds leap about before her eyes, along with concerned whispers and muted discussions over what must be done next.

Cassandra says something to Regis about having the group split up for ease of travel. Something about Aleanna and Regis catching up with the others once she's well enough to travel again, or something to that effect. Aleanna can't quite make out the words, but she can hear the concern and the meaning within Cassandra's words.

She groans, her head aching, and she clutches at what she can of Regis as he holds her up. She can feel herself shivering; it feels as if all the progress she's made so far from her illness has entirely vanished.

She doesn't hear Regis' response to Cassandra, but she appreciates his presence all the same.