Ahra's breathing had started to steady and she settled into mild discomfort. The parts of her body that took the recent abuse throbbed, but weren't agitated more as she tried to move around. This was a common sensation. The pain in her hand would be the same whether she lay still or moved about and no matter how intense the feelings, they were often quick to fade. The whole situation left Ahra in a strange state of mind over the years. She felt fear and responded to it reflexively, but her higher order thinking never felt overly concerned. After all, she hadn't so much as been scratched for a long time. A kind of dissassociation had settled into the girl; she feared the pain in her body, not the outside world.<br/><br/>From the angle she lay, Ahra watched the new figures and felt a sense of relief as one of them convinced her assailant to back off. Part of her wanted to be thankful, the man with the hammer had been a painful experience, but the other part had grown up in the Underbelly slums. These people were no friends of hers.<br/><br/>She struggled to sit up enough to get a full view of the new man and woman. Ahra was calm now, but eyed them both like a rat backed into a corner. The hammer guy attacked her, why should their intentions be any hurtful?<br/><br/>She stiffened a little bit when the woman started to approach. She was ominous looking with her hood pulled tight, palms forward or not. Ahra was surprised to find that she could feel the woman's life energy through the ground. It came in flashes the few times her feet hit the ground, and was dim like a lighthouse beacon viewed afar through a fog. It was hardly a small comfort though. Protected or not, Ahra was in a lot of pain moments ago and she was as still too weak to get away. Her voice was dry, and her first words came out kind of rough.<br/><br/>"No closer," She cleared her throat, "Don't get any closer. I just came for my stuff, I don't mean any trouble, alright? He attacked me, okay?"<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-G920T using Tapatalk