Eras fell to the ground, gasping. Whatever had burned the boy had an affect on her, as well.. "STOP IT!" she cried weakly, the room suddenly growing hotter. "Laila, master...stop...you're h-hurting me..." Her wings fell and as they did the feathers began to fall. Every wound Strygwyr had inflicted was open...
The girl was trembling, crying, crying blood. They had both hurt her - badly. "P-please don't hurt me..."