One Month Or Seven?

As soon as they landed in their bedroom on the same spot from where they had left. Aselia felt dizziness wash over, and just as Xiran steadied her on her feet she fumbled with the straps of the satchel. Opening it she let it drop on the ground and clutching her mouth she rushed to the washroom. 

Xiran's concerned eyes followed her and after folding his wings he made his way to her. She was retching. Nothing similar had happened when they had teleported previously, so why was she feeling sick now? 

He rushed forward and held up her hair as she spilt out the contents of her recent meal and slumped on the tiled floor which seemed to have been recently cleaned. 

"You alright?" he questioned, flushing the toilet and squatting down beside her.