"Yeah. It's sunny." Even if it wasn't, Beth isn't above lying to a sick friend in hopes of making her feel a little better. She pays quiet attention at Sonia's attempt to swallow, and then to the grimacey noise she makes. "Here. Try some water."

Maybe it'll help settle Sonia's stomach a little. It seems too much to hope that it might help bring that fever down, but who knows? There's still hope, as long as her friend's still breathing. "When do flowers start blooming? It's gotta be close to spring, right?"