Grouse Thicket Truth be told

She dimly registered him beside her, supporting her, and as she lay on the ground a moment longer, she thought back on it. He didn't have to, could have stepped away and let her empty her stomach away from the splash radius. Nico was...confusing. As she composed herself, he spoke again, and she felt a touch on her crown. Had this been a normal situation, it was very likely that she may have killed him. But this was anything but, and the gesture and words had her realize something. He cared for her. The notions was alien, and odd, and ignited an odd feeling in her. 

This feeling was new, strange, but not entirely unwelcome. Her eyes flicked open as her gaze fell on Nico, wearing an expression that looked like someone simultaneously amused and concerned. "Thank you."

The words tumbled from her maw, soft, sincere, driven partially by this new, odd feeling. She was truly grateful for him, but winced in the slightest when she noted the vomit on his otherwise pristine pelt. But now that she had let it out, the constant nausea had subsided, she realized with a small, weak smile as she drew herself up, reclining a moment longer in her Sphinx-like position before, when she was sure of herself and had stopped panting, sitting up. "Significantly so." she said in response to his question, he words tired but carrying a bit of slight optimism. Her expression fell as she glanced at his pelt, the vomit sprinkled on it. She was delightful, wasn't she? Here was Nico, amazing, and her, vomiting over everything. She cringed, mortified at this, unable to form words as the full weight of what she had done dawned on her, new feeling pushed away for now. She had vomitted. On Nico.