Livia is thoroughly disoriented and looking down on her lap as her hand covers her mouth, but she is still vaguely aware of what is happening around her.
She feels Raylen's hand on her back and hears a chair being pushed back as Glynis stands up in shock. "Livia! Are you alright?"
"Livia," Raylen says softly, his head suddenly really, really close to hers. "Livia, how are you feeling?"
"Bad," she manages after a while. "I think I am sick."
"Mhmm. Do you want some warm water?"
When she nods, he hands her a cup before beginning to pat her back lightly.
She doesn't want to admit it, but it does make her feel better.
Still, as her physical discomfort ebbs away, it is replaced by the embarrassment of being the centre of unwanted attention.
The silver lining is that she is only dry retching. It is, at the very least, certainly easier to deal with than vomit.