Scream. Riven screaming?
"Squirming will only make the pain worse, scream again and I'll see to incapacitating you."
Crimson laced nearly up to her elbows as she continued her work. Barbs, what appeared to resemble that of a porcupine mixed with a spider remained inserted along the others torso.
"I've given you a sedative yet still you struggle as if I'm the one that's done this to you. Don't be such a child."
An encroaching hand had been the final straw, digits wrapped around Riven's wrist before a firmly clenched fist cracked itself along the others brow easily causing the exile to go limp. Cursing under her breath, she'd shook her hand afterward before finishing her task. That would be the last instance where she'd openly welcome help on a hunt.










