Himeka, likewise, had collapsed in place. She was luckily already sitting on the floor, surrounded by yalms of woven cord to repair some of the fishing baskets she'd made specifically to catch the eel-like creatures in the nearby river. One such net lays half-worked in her lap as she's awkwardly splayed to the side.

"Mrrt..."

She makes an odd noise, her tail slapping the floor once, then twice with gusto as she comes to.

"Is that--"

Ah, yes. Goodberries. The very eager one.

--Wait.

Her eyes snap open as she tries to turn around.

"Estinien?"