Silvertip Mountain bileflowers

The instant the plant pieces dropped into her stomach, she began to feel an intense nausea. Saliva pooled her her mouth and dripped from her lips, completely beyond her control. She gave a hard swallow, which she realized immediately was a mistake; her saliva was thick and it clung to her throat as it went down, only making her stomach turn more violently. Suddenly the lights were bright—too bright. She closed her eyes against the painful sensation, swaying a little where she stood. 

It wasn't until Merrick said her name that her eyelids slowly opened. She squinted and opened her mouth to say something but then froze. She could feel her stomach contract as it forced its contents back up into her throat. Quickly, she turned from him. Her sides heaved as she dumped bile and plant bits on the ground at her paws. Three more times she vomited, the last time producing nothing but sticky, yellow fluid that burned her throat and nose. 

She slumped to the ground, awake but suddenly feeling very weak. She drew in a few deep breaths before looking in Merrick's direction. She wasn't sure what to say, so she said nothing at first. Then an idea jumped to the front of her foggy mind. Now I know, she said softly. Maybe it can be a tool we can use in the future—something to momentarily incapacitate someone. Vomiting certainly hadn't been fun, but she couldn't deny it was nice to learn something new. And she had spared the bear king from becoming sick himself.