Dragoncrest Cliffs get a hold of yourself

The jerking movement brought on by the abrupt need to spit came to an end swiftly also, when a voice cut through the air. Weakness prevented the castaway from doing much else. She sagged to the dirt, licking slime from her lips.

Her sides shifted with each uneasy breath. Pain slowly radiated from the wounds across her back; due to the extensive treatment she had received and the mix of drugs in her system, she felt very little of anything.

Hvar er ég? The girl went on to say. Their words were slurred, slow.
Hver -- ertu? As her voice diminished to a wheeze, she gave up the attempts.