Pull me back under

After being pulled from the frozen waters, she trembled the entire trip back to the den she had been too weak to try and escape from. It made her sick to think that she was actually relieved to return to prison. And while him dumping her off on the ground was every bit as painful as the previous time he did so, her body was still numb. She could feel very little of anything at the moment. Even still, it seemed that Sephiran wasn’t ready to leave her alone quite yet. She watched him silently as he prepared whatever treatment he had planned for her. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the thought. Why he was committed to treating her and inflicting more injuries simultaneously was beyond her. In that line of thought, she was reminded of her fresh injury- though she was sure it was far cleaner than any of the others she sustained at his infliction. “What is this?” She asked, lightly gesturing to the foreign marking he had engraved into her flesh at the inside of her thigh, before tucking her foreleg back against her chest. At least it was a bit easier to talk with the bit of water she had managed to get.

"Speech"