Without another word, Amora pushed past the others and went to her room, stopping only once to get a first aid kit. As soon as she closed the door and lit a candle, her eyes watered again. She bit her lip to keep from sobbing, and when she sat down she flinched as pain shot up her spine. As gently as she could, she bandaged herself, trying to keep her tears from stinging her scratches. She grabbed another dress, almost thankful it was that frilly abomination that was bloodied and not something else. She sat on the bed, simply staring into space, wondering why she didn't do more to defend herself.