The sickness never ends

It was probably best that the girl didn't leave the safety of Habari anymore. After nearly yeeting herself into a pool thanks to the evil thoughts invading her feeble mind and the blue glowing ooze that dripped from everywhere imaginable, now the girl suffered from large blisters across her cheeks and legs that ran the risk of bursting with each and every gentle touch. Despite the pain, the erratic thoughts, and everything else that plagued her, her newest possession was all that had her going. With the sack of whatever she had bought from the strange cloaked man gripped tightly between her jaws, completely covered in ooze, Fortune had found herself a quiet spot at the base of the volcano to dump it's contents.

Her attention wasn't held on the sack much longer though as her clogged ears somehow picked up on someone moving through the area near her. "Who's there?" She called out, her lavender eyes oozing blue goo too much to see much of what was around her.

"Speech."