Her skin felt damp and unhealthy under his hands. Cool, clammy. He frowned and gave her shoulders a squeeze. "Maybe you have a bug?" he suggested as he patted her back and went to get the sodas. A fridge was handy in a pottery for keeping pots moist to rework later, and also kept cans of soda nice and cool. He got a couple and looked at the labels. "Seven Up or Dr Pepper?" he asked.