Honeyed Pasture baby, come give me something new.

Yes, I am. She sniffled and pulled away, returning his gaze. Defiled and damaged, labels which she would never be rid of. Ying lifted a paw and rubbed it across her snout, picking up the snot trails. I'm sorry, she said.

There was an itch inside of her, one that travelled from toe-tip to crown. Ying tried moving to relieve herself, but found the sensation too deeply tucked to touch. Frustration began to build once more, so she counted each heavy breath to calm her nerves, hoping it would keep the tears at bay. 

Ying looked at Astaroth again, explaining: So many bad things, and it's my fault. Arcturus's injury, his inevitable hatred of her; Revui's reputation, potentially the ruining of a friendship...