((CW: Mild emetophobia warning, nothing graphic, and brief suicidal ideation/lack of desire to live))
Noor had run. She'd watched as the old woman had been eaten alive and she'd turned tail and fled. Where she was going she did not know. Just away, she ducked down dark passages, too dark to see the veins of glass and frankly too panicked to care even if she could.
At some point the pain in her flank started to throb, and finally Noor stopped. The tunnel eerily silent, except for her panting. And then her retching.
She'd only just started to get some food in herself over the last 24 hours and now it was rushing all back up. Noor coughed, heaved and her mind flashed to the image of the blue woman disappearing, viscera the only thing left and Noor threw up again. It didn't stop until her stomach was empty, and even then a few more attempts were made, her gut contracting painfully.
Finally as it stopped Noor stumbled slightly away, trying to wipe her face on her leg or something but the pain in her flank, her now painfully empty stomach and the fading adrenaline sent her collapsing onto her side instead. Silent sobs tore through her still much too frail body and she couldn't stop them. Noor cried because while she was no stranger to death, she hadn't ever seen one happen in front of her. Noor cried because she was a coward who'd abandoned the rest of the group, left them to fight for their own lives while she'd chosen herself. Noor cried because some part of her was certain she'd signed their death warrants. Noor cried because she was sure she was next. The only thing that felt even remotely okay was that at least once the worm came for her she'd finally be out of Fable's hair, and yet... A deep pit of pain at the thought the woman she had once, no still did, love being better off without her... It was a selfish pain, one she didn't deserve to feel and yet it pulled the biggest sob of all. She wasn't able to keep that one quiet, no doubt pulling the attention of anything nearby that could be looking for her. Noor assumed the worm would soon be upon her but she wasn't sure she cared anymore. Let it eat her too, at least then the pain would stop. In the meantime the crying continued.
"Speech"