Briar's eyes widened as the fey's tongue found it's may to her numerous wounds... the burning sting of it drawing salt tears from her eyes. It was strange, to have another licking her wounds... too intimate for people who had just met, yet in enduring this they were close.. maybe.. she didn't know.. the pain made the fog around her mind burn a blinding crimson that refused to subside...<br/><br/>She writhed beneath the fey, soft mewles of pain releasing from the frightened tightness of her chest. This was wrong... this was all wrong...