Orange eyes and the mind attached to them were dully aware of what was going around the young grey woman. She was aware of the slave's coming and goings, and of Draugr and she left her side for a moment to fetch a fur. It was thick, and had she been of sounder mind she would have been able to say exactly what kind it was. Ears flickered, able to take in words because her hearing was not as clouded. Eyes closed as she shook her head in response to Draugr's help. It hadn't worked. But with a large amount of effort, she moved herself from Imhotep side to place herself up right against the dirt wall shakily. The pain, which was now continuous, didn't stop, nor lessen, but Odessa didn't have the energy to move again.
The medic attempted to steady her breathing, but for all her efforts, in her own opinion she was failing at it. Panic filled her veins, but was dulled from time to time was the gentle touch of her mate and pseudo cousin. Odessa was merely glad she wasn't alone. As Novak returned, she reached out to take the liquid from Draugr with shaky hands, nodding her thanks. The slave left, but not without a lingering stare, after all he was curious.
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