Heron Lake Plateau hazy shade of winter

Her throat burned as the excess bile drifted back down to her belly, and she licked her lips to try and clean herself off but the taste made a new wave of nausea roll through her; Camilla almost heaved a fresh wave across the dirt, but thankfully Phox showed up and gave a momentary distraction.

Mm, hi, she managed to murmur before her throat felt too weird to allow her to speak. What if she threw up again? What if she was contagious? All of a sudden Camilla was ripe with worry, and burrowed her face against Phox for comfort.