Felicity was there.

Barely.

The girl’s empty eyes blinked, eyeing the dwarf as green shakily locked with silver. It took several moments, as she heaved, but the girl mumbled, her old lisp completely returned as she slurred, “Fewicity.”

The girl still shook, crumbling to the ground on her side. Head placed against the floor, she could see the ghostly smoke and steam swirling around the room. This dark, shaded place seemed perfect for a relapse time at first glance, but alas, Felicity was in critical condition. The pain in her stomach seared as toxic blood slowly spilled. If anyone were to even touch her blood, the nuclear fluid would sting. At this moment, Felicity didn’t process that Yvonne would be trying to patch her up. She did not have the energy to. The redhead started to breathe deeply, closing her teary eyes as she made her first attempt to calm down.

The pain only glared more with her eyes shut. It was a surprising blessing in disguise, as the pain was enough to wake her from her chilling memory, her scorching thoughts. She listened to the noises in the room. Yvonne’s voice, the drakari worker, the cooking meat and squishy carcasses. The smell of food made her stomach growl, but her nausea prevented her from processing the hunger properly. For someone so close to malnourishment, she had lost any appetite. The sadness that dragged her to the floor, like a bolder pulling one down a lake, was heavy and rough.

The sounds of a door swinging, footsteps scurrying, were emitted. The voice of the scale drakari was hurried and rushed, “We working on the meat, ma'am. Here's the medical supplies.”

Felicity dazedly opened her eyes again. She saw Yvonne’s feet, the colorless, blurred surroundings were currently too much to all take in. Footsteps could be seen through the haze. Felicity’s brain still was not functioning enough to warn her not to operate unwisely.

How would a dwarf of Alerar react to nuclear blood?