Nimbus Summit ain, yun

heda felt smothered by imaq's motherly kindness and caracal's scorching type. and then the older woman was leaving, which made the girl feel an entirely sort of other feeling. vulnerability, perhaps. the golden medic was talking and she arrived back into the conversation with a jolt.
"uh, yes. i mean —" she corrected with an irritated little huff at herself. "sorry, been laying around so much my brain doesn't work anymore. uh, no. i was born in rivenwood."
her gut twisted. she felt green. "uh, you know what, i should — like, get back. stomach not — settling so great lately," ears folding in apology and heda lolloping to her mismatched stance.