Hushed Willows who even *is* galileo?

fuck. brilliance’s eyes widen in surprise. the last time she puked in front of someone had been her brother and sister and they argued over some monster disease. since, she’s made a point to keep to herself for a while after eating and lily’s bad timing easily crosses hairs. having already gotten ill, she hadn’t expected it a second time, especially so... projectile-y. 

”no, i’m fine,” she urges as lily tries to take her somewhere. ears twitch and splay back. ”i just need some water. wash my mouth out,” she adds, avoiding any touch to direct her elsewhere and leave the woman’s presence and focuses her attention on reaching the river. her heart pounds heavily in her ears while the world turns and vibrates as if she’s shooting through a tunnel. when she reaches the water, her feet slip down the bank with a splash but she drinks and drinks, trying to dial back the taste of her vomit.