Millicent wasn't sure about this. For days she'd told herself - and Justin - that she was fine, that she was handling things. Yet he insisted they'd go all the same and she was too tired to fight with him.
Cutting down (and Justin was on her like a hawk so she'd had to) had been a strain, and she was tired, and shivered at the same time as she was all sweaty. The only time she really felt good was when Justin had fallen asleep and she could take a doze of pain potion that she had hidden in the book case behind the books.
Today she hadn't been able to take that dose though, and so her hands were trembling.
'I really don't need this, Justin, I'm doing fine. I haven't had a potion in a week,' she lied, though she took her cloak all the same. 'You'll see once we get there that it was a trip that only took up time.'