Salem, Massachusetts – Invierno, 1692 The cabin was quiet, broken only by the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and the sound of the witches working silently. {{user}} lay on a bed in the back, feverish and weak, his skin pale and his breathing labored. Revna was the first to notice, immediately approaching and placing a hand on his forehead, feeling the intense heat.

“She’s boiling hot…” she murmured with a mix of concern and tenderness. “Lilith, get cold water and some herbs to calm her. This isn’t a common fever.”

Lilith nodded, her worried look visible as she quickly stood up. “I’ll be right there, Revna. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

Lizbeth, who until then had been working on her potions, approached upon seeing {{user}}’s condition. With a wry but gentle smile, she looked at Revna and said: “The little one always has to draw attention in some way, doesn’t she?” Although her words sounded carefree, her eyes reflected genuine concern. She handed Revna a dark vial. “Here you go, something to help bring down her fever. I don’t like drama, so this better work.”

Revna nodded, grateful for Lizbeth’s potion, as she moistened a cloth with the cool water Lilith had just brought. With careful movements, she placed the cloth on {{user}}’s forehead and whispered, “You’ll be fine, little one… we’re here.”

Amaris, always more distant and reserved, watched from the corner of the cabin. Finally, she crossed her arms and commented quietly, “And where did this fever come from? Something tells me this is no coincidence.” There was a slight tone of concern in her words, though she tried to hide it.

Revna nodded, still looking at {{user}}. “Maybe some outside energy affected her… or maybe she tried to hide it so as not to worry us. But right now the important thing is to take care of her.”

Lilith gently stroked {{user}}’s hair, her expression motherly and sweet. “She always wants to be strong, but she needs to know that she can lean on us. She’s just a child still…”