Selma burst out of the burrow like a woman fleeing the very gates of hell, her body convulsing violently as she doubled over and began vomiting once again.
"BLEEERGH—!"
It was quite strange—she thought for sure that her stomach had already been completely emptied after the last time she had retched.
But somehow, her body had managed to find something else inside to push out, some last reserves of bile and acid that burned her throat on the way up.
She heaved and heaved until there was nothing left.
Saliva dripped from her mouth in long, viscous strings, and she was so weak that she could barely keep herself upright.
But just as she was weakly trying to get herself under control, she felt Luca's presence by her side.
Before she could even react, his gentle hand was wiping the drool from her mouth with a soft handkerchief.
The touch was surprisingly tender, almost motherly in its care.
