(J) salt in your blood

The world swam around her, and it was difficult to keep things straight. Balance was one thing that she apparently lacked for the time being, which is precisely why she rested against the rock. Majesty ranted at her for a bit—his words reaching her, but mostly drifting through her. It didn't matter. None of the medical mumbo-jumbo made sense to her in the first place, but when he began to make demands, she huffed with indignant resistance. Still, she was too weary to talk back with her usual gusto—so instead she nodded and took a daring step away from the boulder which kept her standing. Ark faltered and stumbled, nearly careening in to a pale wolf which had gone unnoticed.