Hushed Willows don't you know i'm no good for you

An overall weirdness settles in her from her throat to her stomach and a high arch of her abdomen and flare of her rubs. It passes after a few steady breaths and though the threat of puking it all back up is high, she feels okay for the moment. Slowly, she lowers her rump to the ground and stares at the ground a few seconds.
 
Qilaq shrugs a bony shoulder, awkwardly shuffling all the way to the ground. “Wh-where is…?” she struggles to finish, her tongue refusing to even try and shape the missing words.