While Peter carried Cassie and lead Pension to the shed, his wife retrieved the blankets after picking up the bloodied towels.
''You said you'd just met her right? Where did you find her.'' Peter asked. Briefly supporting the girl with one hand as he opened the door from the backroom to the shed which had a bed, large pile of hay, supply crates and smithing tools hang neatly above a workbench. But it did not smell like iron. Understandable since most people living here were descendants from Fae and they did not tolerate iron that well.
Peter placed the girl on the bed and placed the covers on her. Despite the girls rather calm breathing, she was sweating due to the fever. At the least she seemed less bad then earlier.