Redhawk Caldera Stuck in '93.

Alyx rose shakily without a word, Towhee's eyes following her, lips twisting into a puzzled moue. Her expression shifted into a sympathetic grimace when she shuffled over and heaved into a bush. Unaware of how grateful she should be for being unable to hear one of the worst sounds in the world, the Sovereign just kept an eye on her until she emptied the contents of her stomach.

"Whenever you're ready, let's go grab a drink," Towhee gently suggested, not bothering with signs since Alyx wasn't facing her, "and then I'll take you to the Hobbit Hole so you can rest." At that point, she would see if Alyx wanted something to eat, though she wasn't going to ask about food mere seconds after she vomited.

Towhee turned to peer over a shoulder, scanning the landscape until she spotted Caracal still hovering in the distance. Well, he was pacing. She lifted a foreleg in a wave to grab his attention, then signed, -We're headed to the Hobbit Hole, if you wanna head that way. We'll be right behind you.-

Caracal kicked his heels and zoomed away, leaving Towhee to face her elder child again. She would wait patiently until Alyx was ready.