[ First, she's listening because wow—a siege, Hell...it sounds like a lot. But the longer he continues, the more he says, the more something is trying to claw its way out of the recesses of her mind. What is it? Elbows on the table, Clara puts her head in her hands and tries to focus. Alem, a siege, Hell- ]
I think I got sick?
[ As soon as she asks, she winces as the white noise in her head begins. It's like something is trying to put a damper on her thoughts and she's fighting back. ]
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I think I got sick?
[ As soon as she asks, she winces as the white noise in her head begins. It's like something is trying to put a damper on her thoughts and she's fighting back. ]