Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5583506-20191025022848

Kashya had hit her limit. If she so much as downed one more potion she would either be knocked out cold or suffer a seizure.

She crawled up to the stream and plunged her head into the cold waters.

She remained there for quite some time, almost as if she was testing whether water could do her in efficiently, before pulling her head back.

With the fur all soaked she lumbered back to camp, sitting down in front of the fireplace and stared into the dancing flames with a gaze completely void of emotion. Whatever was going through her mind was a question for the philosopher.