Shy Deer Steppes Shake your cake.

It was like she hadn't even spoken as the woman slid down. Bridget growled, but the sound was more concerned annoyance than real anger. She assumed the poison was addling her senses and making it hard for her to understand he instructions.

It was too bad that she was so big, that wouldn't make things easier. She wondered if she should try to get her home, but she shouldn't be moving like this either. You're going to be fine. She said, still unaware that Towhee couldn't hear her.

As she moaned, Bridget cursed. Fine. She stood, looking around, then steeled herself and grabbed the other woman by the scruff. If she chose to fight back that might be a problem, but in her current condition, Bridget didn't think those odds were high. It was more important to get her elevated.

If she had to prop her up herself, she'd do it. Too many had died recently for her to just let nature run its course right now.