While she looks for those she needs to speak with, Reira wanders in pain and in illness. With only the mental effects of poisoned removed, the remainder are intense. A physical and even spiritual weakness that threatens to be on par with some of the worst things she's ever felt. Where emotions of such intensity would be accompanied by sharpness-by a gut 'strike' through the heart itself, the venom now feels like a weighted blanket of stone in the near literal sense. It sits and coats her, making magic difficult, and walking just as much so.

But Reira walks regardless. She forces herself to, in fact, even if it leaves her sitting at the side for a moment to get her bearings back. She can rest later-for now she just....needs to make sure people are okay. She can't go back out there, after all.

But she can't just let herself be useless.