Her hands shake as she brings a cup of hot drink to her lips, as she wrinkles her nose when the bitter flavor of some sort of coffee hits her tongue. A seemin, ly endless array of food is displayed on the table and if she were feelin, better than she does, she would taste all of it. As it isx she is not consumed by that particular breed of hun, er. Her blood boils. Her skin sizzles. Ber breaths come short and...