[That's a better prognosis than she was expecting. Not that it makes this any happier a task. Particularly when — oof!

There's a bump in the road or their ride just stubbed a talon. Either way she jolts in his grip, forced to wind her fingers around that boney reptile spine for dear life. Toko wrenches her eyes shut. This is the pinnacle of bad timing. And does she need to be wrenched against his chest right now? She doesn't think she's had so much prolonged contact with a person in her life, let alone a grown man. If they weren't riding a prehistoric abomination she might have slapped the beard off his smug face.]

Okay, well. I'm sick. [She grits her teeth. She's already done this over text with Rubén, it should be smoother going to spit the words out now.

Then why is she sweating? Her heart was already racing, but did it just hitch a little faster? Is she closing her eyes to shut the carnivorous beast out, or him?]

I have a...a sp-split personality. All right? L-like a second person in my head. She's the one who can...I can't d-do the things she does.

[To put it mildly. Her shoulders wrench in, her head bows low. That's explanation enough.]

Satisfied?