Jenni awoke to the sound of her own groans. Without noticing anything in her surroundings, she jerked upright and vomited whatever was brewing inside her stomach. A foul, acidic stench filled her taste buds as she coughed multiple times.
"Those wretched mushrooms," she muttered. Her entire body groaned with impaling anguish, even under the duress of minute movements like that. Cautiously, she lay down again, clenching her teeth.
At least she wasn't cold anymore, and even the bed was softer, cushioned, and... it appeared she was in a small tent.
"Those two imbeciles aren't that bad, then," she thought out loud to her misery.