Bad Vibes

Meldresi's ear cocked upwards, her eyes swiveling towards the quavering howl. It was feminine, and after a while, the Night Queen understood who it was after a few brief moments. Morgana. Worried, the priestess hurried to the call, fearing the worst. As she grew closer to the Dark Sister, the queen could smell vomit and urine mingled with fear emanating from the assassin. Morgana was sprawled on the ground, her chest heaving.

The priestess approached Morgana cautiously, her nose flaring as she tried to isolate the source of her sickness. Something about her urine, especially, rang bells in her head. "Morgana, dear." She whispered to the black female. "Can you hear me? Calm your breathing.."