I Don't Need Your Pity, But I Do Need Your Help

There was nothing but darkness. Blackness. Endless oblivion. There were no dreams while Ochitsuki was unconscious. There was just nothing. Perhaps this darkness was a blessing. A mercy. What would she have dreamed of otherwise? The bleeding throats of her parents? The feel of the knife as it sank into her brother's heart? Oblivion was a kindness. A chance for the woman's mind to truly rest and protect itself against the horrors that she'd witnessed and performed.

A voice.

Laying on her side, one eye cracked open, the blue orb blinking repeatedly against the pain in her head. The light above hurt, but not as much as the gash on her brow. The side that was pressed into the sand. The granules dug into her wound like tiny, biting needles and Ochitsuki groaned in pain as she lifted her head from the ground. Sand fell from her face and she grimaced, pearly whites flashing as pain lanced through her skull. Ochi didn't even realize that there was a wolf standing beside her at first. She was too busy trying to decide if she was alive or dead. A few more blinks and a confused look around her and the fae's singular vision landed on an earthen man. Her right eye was swollen shut thanks to the gash above it, so she looked upon him with one orb of purest aqua.

What had he said? Could she move? Ochitsuki blinked again and looked at the ground around her. There was sand, but also water. The back half of her body was submerged in the warm sea. With a grunt and a growl, Ochi tried to lift herself out of the water, but her limbs shook with the effort. Hind paws made it to the edge of the pool and she pushed herself up, but sea legs quickly gave out and she went crashing into the sand with a gasp of pain. Darkness flashed within her mind again. Surely she had a concussion, she thought, before she was unconscious once more.

"Ochitsuki Ishii"