Illness was taking her, that much was certain- a swirling inky feeling that she couldn't place, but knew was bad. It's grip was sudden, leaving Falina to wonder exactly how long it had gone ignored. It wasn't until it became accompanied by an uncomfortable buzzing and crippling wave of nausea that she began to worry.
She stepped from the main path, gathering her hair in one fist as she wretched into the bushes- her body not at all accustomed to the growing tide of whatever was wrong with it. Her nerves were singing and trembling, leaving her confused and defenseless.
Then Conlan started shouting about Darkspawn... and then Falina remembered Alistair mentioning the ability to sense the loathsome creatures. Was that what this was? The violent seizures of nerves were some kind of warning? She wiped her lips with a small cloth, fumbling for her daggers and immediately calling for Shartan. Like Az, she didn't know where her place was- but she knew it wasn't in the front line- and it wasn't beside that lunatic horse. She looked to Cormac, trusting his opinion above all others. "Where should I go?"