Eiravyne lost consciousness multiple times, but the pain was so intense that she never stayed unconscious for long.
The agony kept dragging her back to awareness, each wave of pain more excruciating than the last.
She tried to hold herself together, afraid to trouble anyone by clinging to them too tightly.
Her fear of burdening others kept her hands clenched to her own body, even as her screams filled the room.
Ilomina, noticing Eiravyne's self-imposed restraint, felt a surge of frustration and sorrow.
She couldn't stand seeing her like this, suffering alone out of fear of causing inconvenience.
With a determined resolve, Ilomina reached out and grabbed Eiravyne's hands, pulling them away from her body and holding them firmly in her own.
"Eiravyne, stop it," Ilomina said, her voice breaking slightly. "You don't have to do this alone. Let us help you. Hold on to me."
