"I'm... I'm not sure what would help," she murmurs, licking lips that were way too dry, swallowing and wincing because her mouth is try. Sighing as she shifts to rest her face against her hand, elbow braced on the table so she can see the other woman.

"I think... that's what happened," she manages, speaking slowly and having trouble putting words together. "There was this nut, and it was okay and then..." Another exhalation, a soft sigh, trying to think of the words she's missing. "I was running, so fast. Which is probably why it all hurts. Body isn't meant to do that."

And she is really thinking that is it. She pushed her body to places it's never been and she's paying for it now.

"My own damn fault," she says, rolling her eyes and then wincing at how that feels.