"There, that better?" one of my friends asked me as I sat at the table, wrapped up in a warm blanket. Some joy had managed to return to my face. And it was because someone gave me some fluffy socks to hide my toes in. It amused me for some reason.
"Y-Yeah..." I answered before carefully sipping on the water. It burned my mouth as much as the bile did on the way out. However, in complete contradiction to how that bile was. I could steadily feel myself getting better.
"Is she going to need to see a doctor?" Nin asks as he comes downstairs with a bucket.
"Blegh..." I let out as I recoil at the smell of my vomit.
"Disgusting, I know." he jokingly answers yet I could not muster the strength to smile back at him. Maybe if I drank more of this water, I could, but, for now, I didn't.
"Well, if we give it some time, she might start to feel better, so there's no point in rushing it."
"I don't know about that, being ill is a very rare thing in high-magic regions." Vadei comments as she pinches her nose shut while also stuffing it in a flowerpot.
"I wouldn't know, personally. My only experiences with illness were back at Tobaballe with what seems to be so long ago." Nin comments with a shrug before he goes outside to dispose of my bile.
"Honestly, what did you do during that party?" Tiya asks me once she puts down a bowl of food made by Omb.
"Party, clearly." the cook laughs out before he sits dead ahead to inspect my reaction. This time, however, there was a little more to it than just his need to know how people feel about his cooking. But, I have never hated anything he has made before.
"EW!?" I practically scream in confusion. Horror was also clearly on my face as I had never hated something Omb has cooked before! Even he was in complete shock to the point that he snatched the bowl to eat it himself.
"I... I don't understand..." he says with clear and blatant despair. The food did not go to waste, however, so that could be seen as a positive, no?
"This is becoming very serious." Tiya comments as I start to bite my lip and sniff the air. I don't know why, but I was now craving a specific thing more so than any other.
"D-Does... Does anywhere here do sandwiches? Like, not hard, crusty, too-big-for-my-mouth kind. Small ones with no crusts in little triangles?" I asked as my mind started to fill up with nothing but sandwich-related thoughts.
"Shoved aside for sandwiches..." Omb groans as the table trembles slightly at his failure to feed me.
"You, do you mean like the ones the cafeteria does?" Einervaene asks as she mimics holding such a small sandwich.
"Yes! Yes, those ones!" I nearly yell as my body becomes full of unexplained energy. Yet, I also felt desperate as I wobbled to my feet.
"Shoved aside for mass-made sandwiches..." Omb repeats before his head slams onto the table. Yet, I could not care right now. I had a hankering for food only the cafeteria could provide right now.