Redhawk Caldera firefly is the opposite of waterfall

West blinks a few times when the girl shouts for her and her head lifts a little to realize that the dream theory is flying out the window. Her features, when close enough, seem vaguely familiar but the feeling should be far more distant than it is. Her brows knit together for a moment too long and she shakes her head, trying to absorb everything presented to her. While the destruction of her dream unravels into reality, she isn’t recovering the information as fast as she’d prefer. Her stomach lurches into her throat but she sucks a cool breath to try and settle the upset.

“I’ve been better,” she tells her, then cringes when she tries to shrug her shoulders. The rest of her trembles intermittently and West is thankful for the cold weather. "A few days?" she questions, unsteady is her voice, "what has happened?"