The back of her throat was raw, and water did next to nothing to sooth it. She'd thrown up not once, or twice. But, THREE TIMES! Which was starting to freak her out. The last time she'd felt this sick she'd had some nasty hangy bobs. What was more troubling was it had been quite the number of days since her last meal.
Panic fluttered in her chest, and wanted to send her in circles. Ask someone about it. But, ha, she wasn't about to put that on someone else. Nope! Getting a grip, she knew there was at least one thing that could help her. It would be a little tricky to find in this season, but she'd search high and low before she raised an alarm. Trying to ignore the vile taste on her tongue, she set her nose to work. Sweet grass could do the trick, and thank heavens she knew about it. One of the useful things her mother had actually taught her.
So Remi made haste. This was a rather moist location, and seemed promising. She had to cover a lot of ground beside the river until the familiarity of its scent took her where the sun managed to touch the ground. Relieved, she probably would have been wiser to inspect what it was she was about to consume. The nasty feeling in her gut over rode that thought. She couldn't get the blades in her mouth fast enough. Slowly, but surely she felt the ilk in her stomach ease.