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Her sides quivered a moment.  She didn't answer right away, mostly because she was still trying to keep from throwing up again, but it was a losing battle.  Unfortunately, as much as she wished Terance's affections to be a magic bullet, they weren't.  She stood up sharply and took a few steps forward, puking onto the snow.  Probably good she hadn't eaten yet.  Ugh.  She munched a mouthful of snow, let it drop, and finally replied before turning back around, But it's not here yet.

Her ears tilted back on her skull, and though for a brief moment she looked longingly over at where he'd left the food (it was starting to sound good at least), Treason's gaze drifted back to the spot where she'd been laying a few moments before.  I dunno. I should sleep it off or something, she said quietly -- it was one of those said more to herself kind of suggestions.  She trudged the couple of steps back, and nestled herself up against Terance's side rather like she was before, again burying her face in the side of his neck.  Treason didn't feel quite as bad now, physically, and was a little more alert, but it had been a hit to her morale that she couldn't keep up a strong facade.