when the busy bee gathers

Lost in the world of darkness and pain, Lillie was slowly becoming numb - that is, until something grabbed her scruff and dragged her. Pain shocked her senses again, and what had faded to whimpers became cries again, until even that became nothing but numbness. The thing that made her somehwat aware was a scent: a little of pine, a sweetness, and Lillie would stir. "Vail," she mumbled, trying to force her eyes open without succeeding. "No, get away, you aren't supposed to be here! How did you get here, go home, no, leave!" the words to Lillie felt like she was crying them out, but they were only a mumble, bare audible. Motif would be able to hear them, but only barely. Lillie thrashed, though moving her left shoulder caused her to whine and cry out softly again. "Vail, run, it's not safe!" she whimpered, even as the pain drove her to curl up in a fatal position. She didn't even hear Motif, nor smell her; the only thing in her was pain. Pain and fear.

"Speech"