Nikkela cursed under her breath, the adrenaline of her escape wearing off enough for her to realise the mistake she'd made in not hiding herself. A quick flex of her injured wing told her escaping wasn't practical, even before the amount of pain she was in made her realise something was wrong.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose you'll believe this is..." She stopped mid-sentence, a wave of nausea washing over her. "Shit, why did I let the damn thing touch me? I should be...better trained than that." She dropped a shoulder bag to the floor, a series of herbs just visible underneath the flap. "I...I promise I'll explain everything, but I need you to do something for me. There is an ice blue herb in that bag, and...and some bandages. I need you to press it to my cheek and..." She could feel herself losing consciousness already. "Please, it need to be done quick..." She collapsed to the floor, unconscious, her body suddenly feverish and turning worryingly pale.