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Poor Cinnamon lay in bed, blinking at the ceiling for a long time, trying to take in all the sensations around her. There was something soft beneath her and on top of her, and something warm next to her. They felt nice enough, but she didn't know what they were. She tried moving her body around experimentally, which manifested as a random spasm during which she hit Borovius, lying in bed next to her, in the face. He was awake at once, rubbing his cheek, and smiled upon seeing his wife, but that smile quickly turned to a confused frown as he saw her wide eyes, the way she looked at him with no hint of recognition, and the fact that she was now halfway off the bed. He grabbed her and pulled her closer, saying, "Careful, love, you'll--" but could hardly finish before her mouth opened, almost as if she wanted to exclaim, and she writhed away from his grasp. It didn't take the group long that morning to determine that something was deeply wrong with Cinnamon. She wasn't responding to anything they said, she wasn't getting out of bed, and if they left her alone she would fall off for sure. So, even though she fought him, Borovius laid her carefully down on the floor, and she tried to roll herself over as they discussed what to do. Jessamine, being the resident expert in magic, said,
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