Rolling his tongue around in his mouth, unamused, Sal shrugged lightly at her reaction.
"That's better than nothing, I guess." With that, his hand again raised up to her face, grasping the cheek not pressed against the bark. Harshly, crudely, he put all his arms pressure into Morana's head and dragged the side of her along the sharp, jutted bark of the tree. Several scrapes would open and bleed on the side of her face where already there was the bruise. It wasn't a lot of blood - Sal had promised Banru, god damnit. But it was enough to satisfy Sal.
Now she was probably winded from the throw to the tree, sore from trying not to speak or cry any more than she was, and in a lot of pain from the scrapes. Sal decided he'd done a damn good job.
So he whistled. "That's gonna smart, I bet. Shame no one's here to save you... All alone and all mine."
{AN: The whistle is Sal's indicator to Banru, so I think he'll be coming in now? =D}