[Even before the disorientation of the day resetting, she begins to feel ill with anticipation as everything goes to hell and that's when she reaches for Crowley. So she's holding tight to him like a vice as they're returned to noon and the gut-wrenching sensation drags all the memories of her vision from Roland back to the forefront of her brain.
She closes her eyes and barely hears him over the phantom sound of a mechanical pulse, and even though he lets go, she doesn't. There's a sickly pallor in her face and sweat along her hairline, and she winces like there's something too loud in her ears.
Despite that, after absorbing his question, she nods slowly. It'll subside. But she needs a moment.]
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She closes her eyes and barely hears him over the phantom sound of a mechanical pulse, and even though he lets go, she doesn't. There's a sickly pallor in her face and sweat along her hairline, and she winces like there's something too loud in her ears.
Despite that, after absorbing his question, she nods slowly. It'll subside. But she needs a moment.]