Relapse

As he began to manipulate her leg, she bit her lip with the sudden flash of pain. While it had grown numb over time in its dislocated state, the movement caused a searing discomfort in her dulled nerve endings. While she flexed her nails into the ground, she actually made the effort to resist fighting him. While he certainly wasn't being gentle as he aligned her femur to the correct placement, his method of handling the injury felt different. Calculating, almost. Even still, she was very familiar with the process of popping a joint back in place. It was something that had to be done, but she couldn't help herself from shaking with the anticipation. As he begun to apply pressure to force her leg back into its place, she couldn't help but cry out. And in one fluid act of strength, Sephiran drove her femoral head back into its socket. She screamed with the violent sensation. Though immediate relief washed over her as the strain was lifted. "Oh gods," Her voice somewhere between an exasperated sigh of relief and a moan between heavy panting- a sign of her stress. She attempted to prop herself up to look at her leg, flexing her toes on that leg to test out her mobility.

"Speech"