She didn't quite fall, but she sagged forward heavily, the raised hand falling to the edge of the table to steady her.

Something was blocking the expression of her magic, definitely... and on top of that, her blood was weak. Too weak. She'd been woken earlier than she liked, but she'd still just had a rest of a week. Her magic shouldn't falter. Especially not from something so simple...

She was confused. The curse of the True Runes, immortality... even for those that embodied change, the wearer themselves became static, and she knew her Rune and the being it had made of her very well. These kinds of unexpected, unexplained things simply did not happen to her.

"I'm..." she responded. She didn't know.