IT COMES as another pang on your head.
For the longest time, you've been plagued with headaches, and there's only so much pain you can take. You lack any helpful supplies but you're a 'mon who dislikes dwelling on the unchangeable, so you carry on, looking ahead.
Regretting that decision, you're now dealing with a tight chest as well.
Thump. thump. thump.
You need to find a distraction.
You look away and feel more relaxed at what replaces your line of sight. Trees grow fewer down the path and its leaves no longer tower you in the sense that only thin rays of light get through. It's a drawback to you, as the abundance of nausea-undoing green is lost. A good payoff, you tell yourself. After all, it is a sign you're closer to Rift.
"Closer to the comforts of my bed," you joke between pained groans.