Heron Lake Plateau hazy shade of winter

He was concerned, which was touching. She burrowed against him with more vivacity then, but mid-motion felt another wave of nausea and had to pull back suddenly. His comment slipped in one ear and out the other if only because Camilla was looking for an angle-of-attack that would keep her sickness away from him if it overpowered her again; she dry-heaved a few times and when the compulsion ebbed away, she groaned and sprawled across the dirt upon her chin.

I dunno, she mumbled in response to his question, although it had been a delayed response. Her eyes shut when a third wave of weirdness flooded her body, but this one wasn't as strong. Maybe it would be alright. You should go, she added after it faded a bit, What if I make you sick? Her ears pinned back as she uttered this, and with a vaguely dramatic lift of one thin limb, she draped her foreleg across her snout — oh the humanity!