Ariadne rolled her eyes at him, getting slowly more annoyed by the sounds around her as she hummed. She blinked in surprise at his words, cringing at the volume and using her hand to block out the suddenly bright sun. She shuddered slightly as her started heaving, wincing as the sound met her ears. She had long since stopped humming. She was between snapping at him for heaving loudly and apologizing profusely, but her brain refused to let her do either. In spite of the worsening migraine pounding through her head, she stumble-crawled over to him, avoiding the puddle of sick as she rubbed his back in gentle circles, using her free hand to pull his hair out of his face and into a low ponytail at the base of his neck. She shuddered and forced herself to look the opposite direction, lest she started heaving herself.

T coughed profusely, growling at a certain point. Marvelously having a stomachache. He had entirely missed when his hair came down but noticed it going back up. He moved a little and wiped his face off. "Please, Adne, do not do that again." He requested breathlessly sitting up, on his ankles with his hands on his thighs to prop himself up.

Ariadne rocked herself slightly on her knees, taking deep breaths. "Shut up." She hissed softly, immediately abandoning his side as he sat up and shifting off to the left so she could sit down and put her head between her knees, taking deep breaths and closing her eyes. Everything was so loud- it felt like something was driving spikes into her skull. It dulled, slightly, with time. Time seemed to move a bit too slowly, though.

An evil smile crossed his face at the sight of her suffering as well. A hint of pity but not enough. He stood up carefully and grabbed his shirt. Rolling his shoulders before he put it on. As much as he's like to roll over and wait for his stomach to stop hurting, he hadn't fixed the bow yet. He picked it back up and tied the second knot off, he stretched it slightly, nocked and arrow and gave it a go. At the second closest target he was off by a couple inches. He was not proficient with smaller bows.

Ariadne stayed settled where she was, blowing out a breath. It took a few minutes, but eventually the insistent throbbing dulled to a slight ache. She lifted her head to see the arrow in the target and his shirt on again. She managed a weak smile. "What, do shirts hinder your aiming ability?" She mocked, rolling over to lay on her back and breathe.