Foreshocks
The hop across dimensions goes by in a flash. Pretty soon they're out of the Mayfair and back in Roland's flat.
The gut jerk reaction that goes with PINpointing feels a lot worse then before. Maybe it's because of the stress, or the fact that she just gorged on steaks. Whatever the cause is, it's bad enough that it yanks Argilla's balance out from under her. She swallows hard to try and get her stomach to settle and to keep from losing the contents in it.
She also goes from standing next to Roland to leaning against him. Her hands still haven't left his, and she squeezes them to get her equilibrium back.
"Sorry…I'm still not feeling very good. Can we sit down somewhere?" Living room, or either of the bedrooms. She's not picky right now.
The gut jerk reaction that goes with PINpointing feels a lot worse then before. Maybe it's because of the stress, or the fact that she just gorged on steaks. Whatever the cause is, it's bad enough that it yanks Argilla's balance out from under her. She swallows hard to try and get her stomach to settle and to keep from losing the contents in it.
She also goes from standing next to Roland to leaning against him. Her hands still haven't left his, and she squeezes them to get her equilibrium back.
"Sorry…I'm still not feeling very good. Can we sit down somewhere?" Living room, or either of the bedrooms. She's not picky right now.