Wrath leaned over him so he could look up at her. "No, I am fucking not okay," she muttered. "Been used as a demonic pincushion. And I'm fucking starving." She leaned down and planted a kiss on his dry lips, even though it hurt to do so, and it probably didn't feel fantastic for him either. "I would fucking kill someone for a bite of that bat or whatever it was we ate in the dark."