Swiftcurrent Creek And curiosity

It would not take long for the vomit to resurface- and this time, she seemed to have learned her lesson and turned to kick scuffs of dirt over it, scowling at the bitter taste it left in her mouth. Feeling quite sorry for herself, she pulled her lips tight, trying to keep the acid-breath to herself. 

Eshe was given a quick, but earnest glare when the word cuddles was mentioned. A warning, but not one that needed to be taken too seriously. With her stomach muscles aching, she felt inclined to rest- and since warmth had been offered, she moved reluctantly to Eshe's side, circled twice, and flopped to the ground at her feet. She squeezed her eyes shut, and shuddered once. Cuddling was often uncomfortable and unwanted- but at a time like this, her body begged for it.