Cassy ran in, still in her pajamas but with a coat on. "How is she?!" the crat asked, looking frantic.
Cifero tensed all of a sudden, putting two fingers to his temple. "... Do you feel that?" he asked Sierra.
Clare blushed gently and grinned, stretching out with her hands behind her head. "... Something wrong, Master?" she said, her voice still a little slurred.