No, [she is not dizzy, and,] no, [she cannot stand up, and to demonstrate this second point and perhaps accidentally disproving the first, Fivera lays back on the ground. The effect is rather like a puppet collapsing after having its strings cut.

On her back, Fivera stares up at the sky in quiet funerary contemplation.]

You can sell my cloak. I do not think it will bring as good a price as Evelyn's coat. Even with bat shit on the coat.