[ Fenris finds what he needs--the cloth, the sink--and takes little time in returning. He wraps the damp rag in ice cubes, then presses the bundle gently to Jack's boiling forehead. ]

Quite a few. It's rampaging through Old Town at present. The people are restless for a cure.

[ He applies just a little more pressure. ]

I expect they will have to wait in line behind the likes of you, though.

[ Maybe a risky thing to say, but Jack's more out of his mind than usual. Also, probably super weak from fever. ]