Medea collapsed on the bed, using her arms to steady herself. Stay awake, stay awake, stay awake-

She turned her attention to the bird as it studied her. Sickness, hm... well, unless grief or exhaustion were sicknesses, there wasn't much else that could be done for her.

"Yes, physical, mostly..."

In an eerie purple light, her fusion finally came apart, the small dragon manifesting curled up beside Medea. It kept its eye on Maribelle and the familiar, tail swaying from side to side.

"...Get- get your things- I just need rest."

She needed to get out of here before she passed out...