What a coincidence.

[ Nebula breathes the remark out through her nostrils, clearly not thinking the fact much of a coincidence at all. It's easy enough to assume that whatever the illness was it couldn't account for the various races the Summoned were - and maybe their humans were just different enough. Or maybe, and she tries not to let herself think about it, they were changing just as that stupid - what? - dream said. ]

[ She swallows it away, physically and mentally. Her mouth twitches, as if she's wagering what to say. ]

Their sheep are possessed and they continue to let them wander around.

[ Nailed it. Why is she so aggressive towards sheep? IDK It's funny. She rolls her eyes, a much easier to display gesture now. ]

Recovering. After they let us out they performed a ritual they hope will protect. The woman died and now there's a giant stormwall.

Guess thanks to it, they've got a steady fish supply.

[ Since the tornadoes had damaged so much of their crops and fish, it was going to be rough if they hadn't gotten something. Soon. ]