"Umm… are you alright?" Robin's voice came carefully, his steps dragging as he approached her. It was as if his body wanted to keep moving forward, but his mind screamed for distance. His wariness was plain—he truly did not want to get too close.
Morgana was bent over, her body shaking violently as she vomited. Yet the sound that tore from her throat didn't carry the weakness of sickness—it was guttural, furious, a sound filled with rage rather than frailty.
It was as though she wasn't purging her stomach, but her very soul, trying to claw out the humiliation that was eating her alive. The sound alone was enough to unsettle everyone nearby.
Wade and Malik shifted uncomfortably, frowns creasing their faces, while the portal guards who had moments ago been checking her out now looked away awkwardly, unable to withstand the raw intensity of her outburst.
"You!!"
