After a few minutes of wailing on the cold, unforgiving hellish floor, Rose finally pulled herself together.
You're in hell, Rose. Get it together. Drama queens don't survive here. With a sigh, she stood and wandered off to find her friends.
She spotted Elara with the twins, Tharion and Celion, bickering as usual.
As Rose joined them, her vision started spinning like a cursed carnival ride. Her knees buckled, and she clung to Elara's shoulder, gasping.
"Hey! What's wrong with you?!" Elara shrieked, steadying her.
Rose tried to respond but felt like she was breathing molten air.
After a few agonizing minutes and some suspicious looks from her friends, she finally straightened up.
"I'm fine," she muttered weakly, though she felt as if her soul had just done a marathon in demon boots.
Elara frowned, clearly unconvinced. "If you faint on me again, I'm leaving you to the Shadeclaws," she warned, earning a snort from Celion.
