| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Ronon tucked the sleeping bag around Sheppard, lingering for a moment; he stared reluctantly at the fever-blotches high on Sheppard's otherwise pale cheeks, and his sweat-slicked hair clinging to his scalp.Ronon felt worry and fear, because he was already beginning to care for these people, and Ronon hadn't been in a position to care about anyone except himself for a long time.
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