It wasn't different about a quarter of an hour ago, was it?
[ at least, not that she can recall — her memory is steadily becoming a little fuzzier, and as much as she knows this warmth is related to the grablenuts somehow, it feels as though there's a veil being pulled over her consciousness.
she blinks, swaying suddenly a bit on her feet as though the earth is tilting beneath her, but catching herself just in time. morpheus stands stock-still where he is, so it can't be the ground moving, it must be her —
still dehydrated. she turns her attention to the glasses of liquid lined up in a neat row on the vendor's table again, with a brief nod. ]
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[ at least, not that she can recall — her memory is steadily becoming a little fuzzier, and as much as she knows this warmth is related to the grablenuts somehow, it feels as though there's a veil being pulled over her consciousness.
she blinks, swaying suddenly a bit on her feet as though the earth is tilting beneath her, but catching herself just in time. morpheus stands stock-still where he is, so it can't be the ground moving, it must be her —
still dehydrated. she turns her attention to the glasses of liquid lined up in a neat row on the vendor's table again, with a brief nod. ]
...I think I may need to drink a bit more.