"My condition, my responsibilities, my duty: I only want to run from it all." Jade sat up, one hand at her mouth, and darted to the bathroom on scrambling, half-slipping bare feet. Behind her, a man propped himself up on the creaky bed and watched her go. She flung the toilet's seat and lid up, then let loose. Violent hacking and a torrent of bile-infused liquid leaped from Jade's mouth to the toilet and splattered on the seat before it finally stopped, and she wiped her mouth on her hand. "Everything alright in there, Lady Jade?" The man asked slowly from the bathroom doorway. "Yes. I am sorry, Hunter Willem. I may have a stomach flu," she lied, unable to look any higher than his feet. She felt filthy all over, especially her insides, but the poor man didn't deserve to hear that after he went to so much trouble to make sure she reached multiple orgasms... "I shall clean up." "No, no, I got it. You go see Al. I can handle a bathroom and a bed. You're sick." He walked toward her, and rubbed her small, bare back. "I-" She cut off as she felt his large, warm hand on her back, then glanced toward the toilet as she felt her skin crawl. "Yes, probably." Her eyes felt hot as she rose slowly, then approached the sink so she could wash her hands again before she used them to sip at some water to get the taste and smell of vomit out of her mouth before she grabbed a tissue to dry off, and then wipe her face. A brief glance at the mirror showed what she had not wished to see—red rims around her eyes, pale skin, and flushed cheeks. Hunter Willem let his hand fall back to his side. "Do you need help getting to the infirmary, at least?" "No. Thank you." She smiled at him, only a little forced. "I am sorry to put so much cleaning on you, and for ruining our afterglow." "No, no. You're fine. If you're sick, we shouldn't have even." He trailed off, then glanced to the side. Her cue to go before it got any more awkward. Jade rose to her toes to kiss the giant of a man. "Thank you for a wonderful night." With that, she pulled on her card-printed underwear and her worn jeans, then gathered her steel toed-boots, her socks, her jacket, and her shirt—her favorite, that only had one shoulder, and had the cutest green die on the chest. Once she had everything, she exited the Hunter's room. Once the door was shut behind her, she walked for a time, up and down the halls until she was sure even his Hunter senses wouldn't pick up on anything amiss. With a deep breath and a heavy sigh, she opened a portal. Without looking, she stepped through. To whoever was on the other side, the portal looked like a hole cut into the wall, and on the other side, stone walls and domed lighting that hugged the ceiling. A few potted plants, and it almost looked comfortable, if not for how rough the stone was hewn. Jade turned and closed the portal with an absent wave of the hand, and then, ignoring her surroundings, she sat, hugged her bundle of clothes, and let loose with a few hiccupping sobs. She smelled of sex and vomit, with a tiny hint of cherries. Certainly, breaking down to cry immediately was the most unsafe she could be in a new world picked at random, but at the moment, she did not care. She wanted only to cry in privacy for a few hours.