[ She rolls over and looks up, her face twisted in pain. And she opens her mouth, but all that comes out at first is saliva, and a few twisted and matted red feathers from her wings. ]
MARSH... mallow--
[ She rolls on to her side and immediately throws up. HELLO BREAKFAST, and those last few feathers. ]
no subject
MARSH... mallow--
[ She rolls on to her side and immediately throws up. HELLO BREAKFAST, and those last few feathers. ]