Ghost Lion Crag What fresh hell is this

Her anger was a sudden flame, and Aeronwyn shifted to face her better, letting out a hiss as she did so. Her friends anger was expected but I'll placed, in her opinion, though then again she did have a stubborn sience of dignity. She spoke a few moments after Malie retook her first breaths, and it was again but a whisper. "Relax, sister. It is-" 

She broke off with a hiss, pain erupting across her side as a rock jabbed into a tender wound, squinting her eyes shut as she forced herself still while the pain abated. "It is my fight. You need not do anything" she finished sincerely, relaxing on the earth as exhaustion suddenly became a crushing weight and her eyes begun to slid shut. "Tomorrow. We can...go back. Sister." Then ear eyes finally did slid shut, pain abating as sleep took hold and the form of malice provided unmatched comfort in this moment. Her form relaxed, tension seeing as her breaths became steady and she slept soundly for the first time in perhaps days.