Despite his statement she still felt bad, but knew that she was in no position to protest. I can move my neck, shoulders, waist, and hips, but my limbs are dead. Well. Not dead. I can feel them, but I can't move them. To verify that she groggily shifted her shoulder, sidling up a little against Jacob's body. ...that wasn't the intended effect, but it got the point across.

Please take me something a little more private. I still feel a little churning and... And she spits out a sharp, narrow needle-like protrusion which embeds itself into the ground like a quill. Another spit and another bone-like object that is flatter but nevertheless had a sharp edge. ...I think those are teeth.