Hoshor Plains caught me in it's whirlwind, left me black and blue

"you're hurt." "it's ok." it throbbed, but her hurt wasn't as great as Drago's, which meant that it was nothing at all. she expression tightened, attempting to will away the hurt while ignoring it at the same time. 

despite herself, when the woman spoke, she listened. she fidgetted with her skewered fang, chewing her lip, but stayed planted until the woman finished speaking. "I - I'm angry. all the time." she admits, not certain that what she wanted to say when her mouth opened, but what had come out all the same. the anger stemmed from her helplessness, the feeling that the wicked went unpunished and there was absolutely nothing she could do, because she wasn't strong enough, smart enough, good enough to punish them, to have saved her brother in the first place.