Apparently, the next hour or so proved a little frightening for her friends, as she was in and out of consciousness and mumbling nonsense. They had to take the fire talisman off of her to get rid of the orb she’d created. Thankfully, the cord was long enough to hang outside her protective bubble, so Raz could just cut it. Her dad, in predictable form, worried himself sick about whether or not she would die. So much so that the other two did most of the actual care.
When Ken finally regained her senses, she wore a soft sweater and other winter-friendly gear. The others told her how close she’d come to death. She didn’t get too upset about being undressed, especially when they handed her a beautiful plate of dirt dog meat and canned beans. Roasted and heavily seasoned, the late dinner serve
