@woodswarder sent : “ if it hurts, good. it means you’re still going. now just hold on a little longer. ”
her mind felt fuzzy, and her sight blurring with each step that she took. pain was common to her .. she was, after all, one of the first lines of defense in a fight -- a knight, meant to offer a point of distraction to their enemies. yet the previous fight had been enough to leave her in a near tattered mess.
mayhap she should have listened, and been less reckless in her choices. it had been the provocations of the voice in her head, small as it was, that had brought her to act rather foolishly -- and in such, had become far too hotheaded, placing her pride above her own wellbeing. she was, however, fortunate in that she hadn't died.
faine didn't ponder much on the time between when she had been knocked off her feet, head ringing and someone's ( potentially her own ) blood upon onyx armor, and to when she was being escorted away from where the battle had been. her head was foggy and there was little other than the searing pain upon her shoulder and along her back, that filled her thoughts. " h - how much longer .. ? " she asks, the words stammered out in slow cadence not in fear or anxiety, but in a bout of pain. if she knew any better, she was closer to passing out than she was to making it where she needed to actually go. that, however, was something she was not willing to admit, in fear of looking weak.
