What you waiting for

His tone became slightly more irritable, something within her shifting with a prickle of fear and perhaps an ounce of agitation. The word threat tried to rise in her mind, screaming at her to run, to fight, to do something other than just stand there. But she was still in control for now, and not the beast that resided within her very core. She would think for a moment before answering him. "Maybe a five?" She would say slowly, almost as if not sure herself. She didn't know how to gauge pain... she just knew if it hurt that it hurt! The femme would give a small sigh, trying to set the limb down. At least that showed she could move it.

"I can put pressure on it... but it makes the pain worse..." The female would say slowly. Her gaze would shift back to the healer, her body still somewhat tense. Her tail would flick back and forth in a worried manner, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "Do you... know what can help it?" She would ask lightly. She was unsure, so very unsure. Her heart would pang in her chest and long for simpler days. Why did things have to be so much more complex? Back then there was no need to worry about strangers... nor of injury... but now...