Whitefish River some unconscious stream of twisted logic

I-Isilme-

she pulls back, finally untangling herself. "stop! stopstopstop!" her ears are slicked back against her crown, and she's hunkered down against the stone. she swallows and tastes blood. she wants her mother to stand up, now, wants the whimpers to stop and to never have charged into this. 

she is still, trembling a moment before moving to her mother's side, leaning against her spine and attempting to shove her onto her feet. she needs Aure to stand, to be whole and present. her gaze isn't on her mother's face but on the rock as she struggles, biting down on her lip and tasting the blood begin to swell.