you shouldn't

ooc: I chuckled at the last sentence - if we played it realistic, Osprey would be dead in Ragnar's first post. :D Yes - @Thistle Cloud - you are welcome to save the day (and Osprey)!

For a moment Osprey managed to grab the thick blanket of darkness and push it in the corner of her mind. It cleared just enough for her to get to her feet, make few wobbly steps away from the puddle of her vomit and then slump down heavily. The world still appeared foggy to her eyes - colors were mixed up together, the forms were distorted, the sounds grew first louder then quieter.

She lifted her head, trying to locate the place of the white pelted stranger. Osprey wanted to say something to excuse her weakness, to tell him that she would soon be well and would leave his lands, that she meant no harm, that she didn't need help - just a little bit of time to recover. She half-opened her maw, but couldn't find any words that would fit the situation. Instead her forefeet gave way and she lied down in a sphinx like position, resting her aching head between her paws.