Broken Antler Fen got a bottle of whatever.

Fin continued to heave after the contents of her stomach had been expelled. She barely registered the touch upon her black spine or the words on comfort the stranger offered. By the time it finally subsided, her throat felt raw and she felt rather certain that at least one of her ribs had cracked. She lifted a paw to wipe the foam from her mouth before she dropped to her haunches and straightened up.

"Fuckin'... fuck," she muttered breathlessly as she tilted her head back. After a moment she looked over at the stranger, intending to joke about why he hadn't greeted her by throwing up like she had, but she found herself immediately distracted, "Dude... Your nose is blue."