Dawnlark Plains Here we go again

"enough" the word was raspy, broken yet firm. the metallic scent of blood met her nose, and it was only a beat later that she realized that it had to be coming from one of the two; likely herself. she surged upward, twisting to face him, the hollowness becoming hard a moment. "you need to leave, Sunny." faltering, raspy. she tried again. "you need to leave, and come back when you are more than a child." she moved, stiffening, wishing she was far away from here. 

"I need you, Sunny. I need you to be better than this." her breath hitched once, but she stood firm, hunching her shoulders in the quite probable possibility that he launch another attack.