The Tangle marche funèbre d'une marionnette

By the end of the first week after her dispersal, the nightmares were ancient history, only to be replaced by persistent headaches. At first, Haunt figured it was from overcompensating. She slept so much now, she often felt foggy. Her face was usually puffy and it ached. At least Haunt could actually get restful sleep now, even if the more she got, the drowsier she seemed to feel. She worried about it, a little, but she figured it was sort of like a hangover from those nightmarish weeks.

Anyhow, she could usually shake it off by hunting, which she did nearly all day, every day. She often dropped her kills off at Sapphique's borders, keeping her promise. She thought about calling for someone but never did. She came and went like a benevolent ghost, leaving her offering for whoever might find it.

Since she was on her own, she rarely spoke. If she had, she would've noticed a slur, but she remained oblivious. What she could not ignore were the bouts of double vision that began to plague her into the second week, especially because they severely impacted her ability to hunt. By now, Haunt was really beginning to worry. Headaches and lethargy were everyday, minor afflictions. This was something else.

This realization came too late. Haunt made plans to visit Sapphique again within a day or two and this time, she would call for @Erzulie. But before she could make that happen, the entire right side of her body began tingling. Within a matter of hours, she lost feeling entirely. Especially with her left foreleg missing, Haunt could not walk. She could barely drag herself.

Driven by primal panic, she did that just: she dragged her drooping body through Larksong Grotto toward The Tangle. She was a complete mess by the time she grew too tired to continue. It took her several minutes but she finally managed to get her mouth to cooperate to send up a wavering cry for help.