Redhawk Caldera Airwolf six.

"Fuck," Towhee spat as soon as the heaving stopped, strings of sour saliva dangling from her jowls. Her head swam worse than ever and she had to close her eyes and let herself sink back to the floor. She missed Eljay's question, though answered it in a way when she thought to assure him, "I'm not dead, I just needed to put my head down."

She breathed for a few beats, then opened her eyes. "Sorry about that. Did I get any on you?" She felt a little stupid as the words left her mouth. She was worried about puking on Eljay, when the wolves of Moonspear and Firefly Glen were likely in deep trouble.

"I'll be fine," Towhee said, "I'm just dizzy and wiped out. Someone should really go check on them, though. I would, but..." Well, it was pretty obvious why she couldn't. "I want to make sure they're okay... Meerkat, Bronco, Hydra... all the rest." As she spoke, her words began to slow down as an overwhelming weariness pulled at her.