Redhawk Caldera Macabre midnight.

Cinar looked a little bemused. Towhee wondered just how much he’d understood, though before she could ponder that further, Alivia materialized from the gloom. The Elder saw her expression shift as she assessed the situation, quickly zeroing in on Towhee’s damaged mouth. She bobbed her head.

Unfortunately, the advice to avoid swallowing blood came a little late. Abruptly, Towhee’s stomach heaved and she projectile vomited what looked like black liquid all over the bare dirt at her feet. She didn’t heed the strange color, however, as she was too busy gagging on her swollen tongue, the gashes smarting terribly after the acid bath.

-Fuck,- Towhee signed jerkily. -That was unpleasant.- Quite the understatement. -I fell and bit it,- she added, concurring with Cinar’s statement right as he confirmed her earlier suspicion.

Livi had told her to let her tongue loll, so she did that now. Every twitch was agonizing as she let the throbbing muscle dangle over her teeth. An absolutely volatile mixture of bile, blood and saliva dripped in sticky ropes, joining the ominous puddle at her feet. Towhee just tried to breathe through the pain, not bothering to keep up with the conversation as she let her eyes fall.