You and Brighteyes were chatting as you usually did after a round. She seemed a bit less talkative than normal but she brushed it off whenever you asked about it. She leans against the wall, legs crossed and shifting every once and a while, as if she was trying to keep the blood flowing, and after a few minutes, she let out a weak sound and stumbled forward, her hands gripping the railing of the porch. She then fell to her knees, passing out. Perhaps she hadn't eaten today?