Redhawk Caldera Trains and winter rains

She shuddered one last time, violently, her stiff muscles slowly loosening as the general feeling of terribleness passed. Wildfire's breath gusted out of her and she felt wearier than ever. She pushed away from the puddle of vomit, then sank onto her belly nearby. She wanted to put her head on her paws and go to sleep, yet she forced herself to look at Raven and acknowledge her question.

"Sure, of course," she said quietly. "Thanks, Raven." It was so strange for her sister to be looking after her again, after all this time. It should be Thuringwethil and Portia tending to her, not the Redhawk medic, a thought which put a strange and pinched feeling in the pit of her stomach. Wildfire did her best to ignore it by forcing herself to focus and ask, "What is it?"