It was his voice that pulled her back into consciousness. She opened her eyes, and immediately wished she hadn't. Someone was doing something to her ankle, something that<em>hurt</em>, although she was too weak from blood loss to do anything more than twitch, a snarl rising in her throat as she attempted to pull away. But the moment she caught sight of Grayson, Sonora went very, very still, although ripples of pain still flickered over her face.<br/><br/>"Grayson?" Sonora's voice was hoarse, her mouth so dry it felt like she'd eaten a mouthful of cotton. She ignored her thirst for the moment, however, her eyes sliding around the room she was in before finding their way back to Grayson. Pain clouded her mind again and she gasped, the curses flowing from her lips on another growl. She knew that whatever the woman was doing was necessary, but damn it was painful. Apparently her body decided it was too painful for her to handle, because she felt her eyes closing again, the pain receding as she drifted back into unconsciousness.