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

In and out of consciousness Ochitsuki drifted. Once or twice the woman thought she heard voices but she couldn't quite make out the words. In her delirium, the monochromatic fae saw the faces of her mother, father and brother. Their mouths moved but no words could be heard. Within her skull, all she could hear were the waves of the ocean, knocking back and forth.

Mismatched eyes cracked as the woman partially woke. Teeth grit together as she could feel the pain in her battered frame. There was no explaining just how badly her head hurt but Ochitsuki had never felt such pain. Once more she heard a voice and, eyes squinted, she tried to see where it was coming from.

There was a man standing near her. An earthen man with horns atop his head. Ochi tried to listen to his words but all she could really make out was that he wanted her to stay awake. Well, she would try, but it had been out of her control so far. The woman couldn't bring herself to nod for fear of the pain it would cause her already throbbing head, but she stared hard at the brute, meeting his gaze directly with her own.

A fire was next on the agenda and he made it rather quickly. Nestled up against a wall of stone on the edge of the beach, Ochi simply rested while the brute ran off. She assumed that he would be back. Why else make her a fire? The dame tried her damndest to stay awake, though she began to drift a few times here and there. Eventually she had to sit up just to be sure that she wouldn't succumb.

As Ochi sat, her gaze fell upon her katana. The woman's heart began to race. The gods must have been watching out for her to deliver the sword with her to... whatever this place was. As one alabaster paw moved out to scoop the katana towards her, the man returned. The woman slid down to lay on her stomach, the sword pressed into the sand at her side. As he began to clean her wounds, Ochi sat silently. Her throat was so scratchy that she wasn't sure if she was even capable of sound. Orange and blue eyes closed and a sigh was released. She would let him finish tending to her wounds, then she would see about talking. Unless he had questions, that was.

"Ochitsuki Ishii"