"..It doesn't. Not for a while." It still hasn't stopped, really, even with the magicked healing she received. There's an inexplicable loss, a render in the mental makeup of her brain that doesn't feel like it will ever be healed. "Focus on your breathing if it gets too much."

Or, we could focus on the 'animal'. "You've been stalked?" He'd never been quite as bad about his weak spots as some; South and her trackers, and York and his--(no. no, she wouldn't think about York)-- blind side sprang to mind. But this was negligent, out of character for Washington, and the only thing Carolina could attribute to it was the loss of Epsilon.

When the creature finally made an appearance, Carolina bodily shoved Wash behind her; if it had been following him a while, it didn't surprise Carolina at all that one of the monsters here might try and pick off the dragonsworn that appeared the weakest. She shifted her weight, settling into a defensive stance.

"Keep going. I'll deal with this."