Eirian grunted as she was placed down in a chair, still clinging to her best friend. She was immensely cold and tired, and she couldn't think straight. Shock had set into her body, and she felt very queasy. Groaning, she snuggled closer to Jayce, wishing she would stop hurting, that she could get back into her right state of mind, where she wasn't weak. But here she was, cowering and infantile and... pathetic. All because of a little bit of water and a stupid, stupid grindylow. Urgh. But... even as she insulted herself endlessly, a smile spread across her mouth. Jay was warm, a sensation that felt amazing as she shivered and sniffled and tried to ignore the burning of her throat.