Nimbus Summit apologetically dressed in the best

The world was a blur, until she was allowed to lie down. Her head thumped next to her paws, eyes closing against a rising nausea, before the girl managed to settle her rolling stomach.

The past few weeks were a guillotine. And she was unable to push past it once the blade fell. Tears gathered in her eyes, unable to be shoved back, and Faun began to sob in earnest.

Merci, merci, thank you, th-thank you merci- The gratitude was real, as was her renewed sobbing at getting it all out, at finding somewhere to rest, to finally getting off her sore, aching feet.