Qeya River blood skull

he shrugged. a roll of one of her own shoulders nearly returned the gesture. the cold, for both. she craved it when she first arrived and now it was the only thing that kept her tethered to consciousness, away from the pain.

it was not a demand he spoke next. it was a question.

she wondered it herself. he was not far, but she gestured him closer. that way she might be wedged between him and the wall. if she was careful, if she balanced, she could get back up. yet already she felt nauseous at the thought of settling her weight upon that leg.

it might not be fully broken, but she imagined it could very easily become such if she stressed it. the woman had been direct and violent in her assault, followed by the challenging of this man as well.