[The Drifter's eyes slide half-open again when she approaches. It's for the best she hasn't brought them alcohol - they're not one to drink, even recreationally.]
[They look down at the proffered food, and shut their eyes again, fighting down a wave of intense nausea.]
no subject
[They look down at the proffered food, and shut their eyes again, fighting down a wave of intense nausea.]
perhaps later