Heron Lake Plateau our eyes (ting ting) like glitter and gold

Ceara explained a bit what drunk meant, and Niamh felt a bit more jealous, knowing he'd been that silly with someone else. A frown came across her features when she thought about Screech slurring his words. It was just the way he'd sounded right before he'd gone unconscious. Ceara seemed to sense that something was off, and tried to change the subject, but it didn't quite work on Niamh, who bristled slightly, out of embarassment, at her compliment. What she'd intended to say next- and what she'd been referencing- was that a concussion wasn't nearly as bad as a coma. 

"Uh...Thanks," She said. Then what? Was she supposed to just change the subject back to the fact that Screech was out? Obviously, if Ceara knew him- and had had some silly fun with him, she ought to know. She gritted her teeth for a moment. Should she say something? She wasn't obliged...But word would get around to her, even if it wasn't from Niamh; and as the one responsible, or at least inadvertantly responsible, she should probably be the one. 

"He, uh...He won't be slurring for a while." She said. "Screech is out cold. Still. He's in a comma." She said quietly, and immediately felt a tug in her heartstrings. Sure, she'd agreed to look for some herbs- but she suddenly felt the need to get away- partially because of the awkwardness created when Ceara had tried to change the subject just when she was about to drop the 'comma' bomb on her, and partially because she didn't like leaving Screech on his own. She shook her head. "Speaking of him, I've gotta jet. I'm gonna go check in on him." She said. And, much like the wolf she'd just mentioned, she gave Ceara a quick nod of her head, opened her mouth to say something- maybe something positive- but nothing came to mind. "Seeya." And she did exactly what she'd learned from Screech-

She turned on her heel and fled the scene.