They settled into their small space in the attic and Dahlia smoothed the sheets over the bed. "When do we go?"
She nodded and opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a coughing fit again, covering her mouth with her elbow.
"You're weak from being sick. It's not worth putting you out there and getting you sick all over again. There will be other volunteers."
She frowned, looking up at him. "Maybe... maybe I'll stay today," she allowed. "But I'll go with you tomorrow. In the meantime, I can get everything set up here and make you food and everything. Is that okay?"
(Zoop!) When he arrived at the front, Victor was there, calling out orders at the volunteers who were helping him force up flat pieces of wood against the rush of the water. "Put your backs into it!"