Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

She began to moan in her sleep. A thread of drool pooled against her lip, then began to drip stickily down the side of her chin. Wildfire still remained motionless (and utterly oblivious to her captor's ministrations), until she quite suddenly flung her head upward.

Her jaws split as if she was going to yawn, but instead she projectile vomited copiously.