Redhawk Caldera shake that bagpipe

Sylvie promptly began coughing too. Frolic usually recovered after a single hack, though this time she brought up some phlegm which choked her a bit. Her eyes started to water as she barked out several more coughs, trying to clear her airway. The fit lasted a solid minute.

Finally, it ebbed and Frolic could draw in some shaky breaths. She blinked wetly at Sylvie as some softer coughs rocked through her, though thankfully nothing like the jag. She sniffed through her one open nostril and plopped onto her haunches, abruptly exhausted.

Are you Sylvie? she croaked at length, offering, I’m Frolic.