Luneshale Pass Desolation. [mp]

She hadn't fully registered the teeth that clipped toward her until a flourish of snapped air sent her reeling backward. She was awake. Yes, frenzied glance moves to the Queen and then to Tavina; the skin, yes, the skin.
She is careful not to cover the darkened nose, only hold it up to chapped lips. It's okay, it's-- it's just us, she tries to soothe, although admittedly, she feels it to be feeble.
What had happened?