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Elodie's head felt like it was like to burst. The ringing in her ears wasn't loud, but somehow drowned out all other noise. She groaned, scrunching her closed eyelids.

A gloved touched her forehead, and she flinched, squeezing her left eye open before remembering she couldn't see out of it. She groaned again and opened her right.

A blurry Thancred hovered over her, worry painting his features. "Gods, Elo----lost y--" His voice faded in and out, swamped by the ringing. "--ing quite alright?"

She blinked up at him, struggling to clear her vision and make sense of his words. He was asking if she was alright. "I am not," she mumbled. "Wh' happened?"

He sighed and dropped to his knees. "That morbol got a bit too spicy. Knocked you into the tree, there." He gesured, and she tilted her head back to look, which turned out to be a mistake. The movement made her head throb worse, and she grimced. "Ah--sorry. Estinien and I managed it. Thought you would've just gotten right back up."

Elodie strained to remember. There was a morbol, yes. But all she could remember was the approach. She screwed her eyes shut again, brows knitting together--but it wasn't coming back to her. "Sod me," she muttered.

"Are you making things worse?" Estinien asked, the clank of his armor causing little spikes of pain. "Elodie, how do you feel?"

"Bad." She tried to sit, but her arms were too shaky, one elbow buckling when she got up off the ground a bit. Thancred caught her before she could smack her head on something else. She gasped from the sudden movement, vision swimming. "Sod me, my head--"

Estinien and Thancred changed places, the dragoon more familiar with field medicine. He peered in her eyes, and from his frown, didn't like what he saw. "Ringing in the ears? Can't see clearly?" When she gave a small nod, he grunted. "You're concussed."

That was the word. She knew she knew the word for it, but she couldn't bloody think with the way her head was pounding. She could heal it, just had to focus--but the spark of aether at her hands made her groan as vertigo took her, and she flopped her arm over her eyes to stop the world spinning.

"No, I should think magic is a bad idea," Estinien agreed. "Come on, in your chair. We'll go and meet up with Alphinaud."

Elodie agreeably let Thancred scoop her up, though she kept her eyes shut tight to fight against the world spinning more than it ought to as he turned to place her in her aetherchair. She slumped once in its familiar seat, bracing her elbow on an arm and her eyes in the palm of her hand, all her strength going into remaining upright as Thancred pushed her chair along.