[The images flashed before her, and even before they faded, Iris had fallen to her knees. Weak. The room--both imagination as well as the real one--seemed to spin around her, and she rose a hand to her head in hopes of alleviating the nauseating sensation.]
That was...oh, my head.
[She bowed her head low, letting out a small whimper.]
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That was...oh, my head.
[She bowed her head low, letting out a small whimper.]