"I don't know," I admit, swallowing nervously when he stops so close. He never gets this near to me unless he's about to shove me, but I don't think that's what this is. His voice is quiet, and his eyes aren't pinched. I'm not used to him being so close and calm.

"I don't know what's wrong with you. You've been ill since we got here, and it's worse tonight."