"S'horrible," she mumbled, glancing down. "Feel bad for complaining now, don't I? I mean... all I had was a fever, really, and the pox marks. It wasn't great, but it could have been much worse. Sounds silly, but I didn't know the pox could be so bloody dangerous."
As she spoke she hefted the mat up in her arms and gingerly stepped over a small hole in the road.