[Hayner nods quickly, trying to control his breathing. The hand on his back helps, and he does as Wash instructs. Breathes in, holds it for four seconds, lets it out. Breathe in, hold, breathe out.]
[...nope, try as he might, he goes pale, and his stomach lurches. He at least manages to stumble away from Wash enough to the nearest bush before he gets sick.]
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[...nope, try as he might, he goes pale, and his stomach lurches. He at least manages to stumble away from Wash enough to the nearest bush before he gets sick.]