"I'm fine," he assured Anatoly, trying not to look surprised at the fact that he had cared enough to make the walk. That he had cared at all. Then, he said, "Prior is just hamming it up to get sympathy." It wasn't true at all, of course. It was the opposite of true. He pressed a hand to Prior's forehead and scowled a little. If the fever didn't come down soon, he was physically hauling Prior to the clinic.