I'm so done with this

*Lillianna* · (This post was last modified: 08-13-2015, 09:56 PM by Lillianna.)

An ear flick - that's all Motif would recieve in acknowledgement to her words. Lillianna didn't have the heart to ignore her completely - but she was too proud, too stubborn to do anything more than acknowledgement. It was only when Shaye appeared did she move from her position, turning her head to regard the blue female with one cool green eye. It softened upon the girl's reaction: she couldn't exactly find it in herself to be mean or ignore the healer, any more than she could deny she was wounded.

When the herbs for pain were set down, she looked down at them. To take them or no? She... could not exactly bend down to get them. Or chew them. "My shoulder is wounded. And my jaw," she muttered, low enough so only Shaye heard, if the girl heard at all. She winced as Shaye began cleaning the wound; her jaws parting slightly to prevent herself from grinding her teeth; oh it hurt so. She could feel the tears prickling at the corner of her eyes - she blinked them away. She. Would. Not. Cry. Her breath hissed in short gasps as Shaye did her work, only disrupted by a short laugh at Shaye's comment: "If I was, it wouldn't be me with these wounds." Then she fell silent, focused on only that one thing.

Green eye swiveled around, the pain-filled glaze slipping away as Lillianna snapped into focus when Shaye stepped back after delivering that lick. Attempting a smile - it came more of a grimace - she murmured to the girl, "My shoulder is... out of place, I think."

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