Lane sniffled and snuggled down into her blankest and robe, her cat sprawled across her lap and her computer a steady warmth as well.
Okay, Bunny wasn’t Lane’s cat, she was her roommate’s cat, but Bunny seemed to have claimed Lane as well, so it all worked out.
Whatever, she coudn’t bring herself to care about sementics when she was fighting a stupid low-grade fever again. High-grade fevers were easier to ignore for some reason. Low-grade fevers made her tired and sick in her own dreams as well as when she was awake, for some reason.
You’d think being some kind of mystical, reincarnated princess of magical power would exempt her from stupid things like this.