Lys: Valor Marred

Aithne found herself growing ill at the story. She knew she should have a better stomach for it. She knew the valor of it would inspire even the most peaceful of her people, but their own battle was too recent for her to romanticize it in any way.

Trying not to remember any more, she sat down near the door and concentrated on not being sick. The approach, however, gradually made her all the more so. She laid her head on the table and wished for some water- she thought if she moved she might not make it.

On one hand, she hoped her plight would be noticed, and that someone would help her, but on the other, she hoped she didn't become the center of attention over it.

Some water. If you could just send someone with some water, Christos...