“Geoff stood, but not quickly. He struggled mightily. “When do we leave?” Ian folded his arms across his chest. “We leave at sunrise. You do not.” “Come on, Ian. That’s not—” “Fair?” Ian finished, stepping forward, forgoing his earlier caution. “And what happens if you get your teammates sick? Is that fair to them?” Geoff looked away. “What if you get sicker and we have to look after you, or turn back? Is that fair?” Geoff’s eyes found the ground. “No.” “Exactly,” Ian said, softening his tone. “Look,”