Swiftcurrent Creek i'm gnashing my teeth like a child of cain

She's proven her worth in his eyes. What a blessing to have such words fall upon her ears, words that convince her, just for a moment, that she had been wrong about herself. She thought to take such a statement and hold it close to her chest as if she may lose it.
You make it sound so easy, she quips, gravel laced deeply and sitting low in her throat. but I'm tryin' here.
And deep down, Akavir had carved his own niche within her. A piece of her reserved for him and him alone, a home he'd dug with is bare hands and now laid in. Something that only existed between them and something she'd never speak aloud to anyone.
He rolls with her punch and looks to her with a gaze that melts her core. Her stomach twists with a feeling she herself could not put a finger on. Of course he would. You're a good guy, Akavir, a low purr as her eyes dart across the den walls; anywhere, anywhere but him. I'm lucky to have you.
He pulls back from her touch and she does not seek to replace it. Instead, she eases fully onto her side, tucking her legs close to her chest with a series of hisses and grumbles. There were very few ways to get comfortable while reeling with pain.
Just in case, her eyes flutter closed as the skin of her nose scrunches; a wince, as she tries to contort her limbs in a way that won't send fire shooting up into her spine. the woman was a... uh... god, maybe a coyote? That's what she looked like. She didn't attack anybody as far as I know, but I think she was an accomplice of that dude's. or maybe not. She didn't know. A-and the guy. The one who did this. He was this... like, he looked like he rolled in a dust bath. Dark browns and greys and blacks. About-- about my age, I think. a swallow, as her tongue runs over her lips in a desperate attempt at moistening them. I'd know 'em.