Something about the light-- I don't know, it amplified what I'm feeling.

[ Having backed away, it's slowly starting to fade. Her formless hunger is going back down to its usual merely intolerable level rather than the excruciating pangs it had briefly heightened into, and her back is merely aching rather than feeling like her spine is breaking. Thankfully.

But is that a prophecy? Does that mean those symptoms are going to get that bad anyway? She doesn't know what to do about them, though. Nothing she's tried eating has worked. ]

So, that's a no on taking anything from the shrine. [ Blake tries to lift her voice into something approaching lightness. ] Unless you want to try too?