Emberwood and i don't think that i hate me, but

It is his voice that calls her attention away from her own misery, startling her, and her nausea seems to flee when confronted with the immense shame following her discovery. She swipes a foreleg across her mouth instinctively before she glances up, ears pinning to her skull as she backs away slightly from the vomit. I — no, She starts as if she might snap at him, but the fire leaves her before she can even get a word out, and the single no she manages is a soft, broken sound. She glances over him briefly, wariness clear in her gaze; she's just too tired for anger right now.