Moonspear with every broken bone, i swear i lived.

Yami gave a pathetic look up at her sister when she was chided. It was hard to think through the pain, but still she saw wisdom in her elder sibling's words. She said nothing in response, but gritted her teeth instead and waited for the next stab of pain.

Vela was kind enough to not make her wait overly long. Her squeak this time was a short, soft thing, like a sneaker against a basketball court. It wasn't the silence she was going for, but it was better. The third quill that was torn free from her bum came in quick succession, giving her no time in between to prepare. But that seemed to be for the best, for that time, she made no sound but for that of her own body shaking against the detris on the ground beneath her.