whatever the opposite of strong and silent is

When he reached up to remove a leaf from her fur she didn't pull away, almost transfixed by his golden gaze... that was until her whole world started shaking. Her heart leapt into her throat, was this an earthquake? But the rest of the room around them seemed unchanged and she leapt down from her perch panic taking hold as she watched the guy thrash about violently on the floor. Oh fuck, oh fuck... Wasn't she a healer? But what the fuck did she do to manage this?

She cleared the space around him as best she could, thankful for the furs that already lined the floor protecting from any protruding roots. Fuji had emergency supplies here somewhere, but was there anything she could give him before it stopped without risking him choking on it?! No. She resisted the urge to summon her mother, that would take a whole lot more explaining than she was willing to go through right now, so she sat, and watched, and waited with her heart in her throat. These things weren't meant to go on for long, were they?

When he was finally still, she moved in to check his vitals. Heart rate seemed elevated, but shit, so was hers. Breathing... steady enough, pupils, blown... She gently tapped his cheek with her paw, “Hey there big guy, yer still with me?” She prodded his face again for good measure and set about mixing together some herbs to the side. Lavender, passionflower, valerian, chamomile and skullcap. Hell, if she could get the water warm enough she would take some herself. It was calming if nothing else. She would just have to duck outside to get a fire going.

“Speech”