Cupcake was grateful when Mr. Podmore took charge once more and offered to find something for the itch. Her stomach turned to ice as the swarm descended and she threw herself forwards so she was hunched over her knees and flicked her hood forwards to protect her face. It was there on the ground that the chills started. By the time her companion started barking orders again and she scrambled to her feet to comply the world was unsteady.

She started groping around in the light of the torch for a bit of wood. [b]"I don't feel so good./[b]Her voice was little more than a whimper, unlikely to be heard over the chaos.