Qeya River Last light

When something warm touched her, Wildfire flinched away with a muffled groan. She hadn't lost consciousness after the fall, though her entire face was throbbing so horribly that she certainly would have welcomed it. Rolling onto her side, the Bandrona squinted her one good eye up at whomever had touched her even as a shiver wracked her body. It was partly due to the cold, though her adrenaline had officially run out too.

"Reb-Rebekka?" she said, voice low and thready. "Call... call for Thur. And Por-Por-Portia," Wildfire begged through chattering teeth as violent (and painful) tremors began to wrack her abused body. Within seconds, she would officially go into shock.