The last time she'd thrown up had been at a party with Tiberii years ago - at least, she thought she remembered it. Truth be told she didn't remember very much from that day, not after they'd gotten on a roll and started boasting about who could hold the most fermented berries without falling unconscious.

Vomiting was significantly less pleasant while sober.

... Yeah.

Aurelia lifted a paw and slowly wiped at the edges of her mouth. She wondered if any unfortunate creature below might have gotten caught in the path of her... expulsion.

Oh well. There was nothing to be done for it.

I'm fine.

She felt haggard, actually. It was as if all the energy had been sapped from her body at once, and now she was just empty inside; even her anxious thoughts seemed to retreat into the comfortable safety of numbness.

Sorry, Nottin.