"The fever is gone.

The pain is over! Long life and the love you crave are for you.

You've only to keep breathing a few more hours and the battle is yours.

Glorious Girl! Noble! You are doing finely! Ruth, do you know me ?" Her lips moved.
"Don't try to speak," said the Harvester.

"Don't waste breath on a word.
Save the good oxygen to strengthen your tired body.