After the Spirit Walk event, she had slept late, but poorly. Waking, her stomach had given her so much pain that it was all she could do not to curl up in a ball and sob, but Hideo was still sleeping peacefully beside her and she didn't want to wake him. Carefully, with difficulty, she had dressed and slipped from the yurt into the morning air. It was a beautiful day.
She managed to get a few yards before her stomach clenched sharply, and she was forced to duck between the yurts for some modicum of privacy before she started retching. The spasms tore through her tiny body, but brought up no more than a little bile. Standing straight was agony, as if a red-hot knife had been plunged into her body, just below the ribs.
Stiffly, she sought out the only person she trusted to help, eyes watering as she scratched at Taira's yurt, oh, Fortunes, please let him be here.