When Evyra woke up, the sun was out - and Bastion had left her underneath what looked like a small little cave filled with small bones and game like wolves called this place home.
Her head hurt, her arm pulsed, and worst of all - she felt sick. Incredibly sick...the kind where one isn't sure if they were going to vomit, or just die from the pain as it lurched up through her throat and out of her mouth in a stream of black and green bile.
As soon as it all left her system, she felt so much better and even stayed on all fours in anticipation she'd have to expel more fluid in hopes it would 'cure' the residual headache and weakness that still washed over her.
...The fuck did that guy have in his claws that made her feel so bad? The next time she met up with him, she aimed to break those freaky little feet and shove them in his own mouth...and use her double-jointed abilities while she was at it to really gross him out.
