She winced as Orla bit down on her breast but said nothing, letting the pain mingle with the other sensations like she had so many times in the past. The small part of her that could still think hoped there would be no mark to cover up, but she bruised easily - she wasn't hopeful.
She pulled out her fingers as Orla stilled next to her, though she did not dare to move until she had got permission. To tell the truth she wasn't sure she could yet, though she felt a bit more able to move than before. She hoped it would last her until she got home, and that she could crash on the sofa the moment she got through the door.