Khalida climbs a bit more before groaning softly as she starts to fall backwards, her face even paler. Her face is clammy and her eyes are closed. 

Sorcha takes a deep breath, her face a little red as she stares at her food. “I just hate it when older students use me as entertainment just because of who my father is,” she growls, her knuckles whitening she clenches her knife so tightly.