Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

Siduri curled in on herself, not able to concentrate much through the pain in her shoulder and head. The headache itself was blinding, which was funny, considering one eye was swelled shut. Sakana came and spoke to her and the girl barely peeked out from her curl. She gave the barest nod of permission before uncurling just enough to let the healer inspect and work on her wounds.

Jael stayed beside Sid and more came to join, but, again, she couldn't focus. The words that were spoken sounded like glass in her ears and the pastel child began to get rather nauseous. She didn't catch the glares of disapproval from her parents, nor did the drama of those being cast out even register.

Sakana placed the disinfectant on her wounds and it pushed her over the edge. Claws scrambled at the ground and Siduri rocketed from the group, barely making it out the doors before she was vomiting from her headache. Like a drum, her brain thumped hard inside her skull. Next to her pile of vomit, Siduri curled up on the ground, placing one foreleg over her eyes to block out whatever light might happen to shine on her. She was miserable and it was obvious.

"Speech"