Heather had been expecting concern, and she appreciated it, but she shook her head and waved it off at the same time. "No, it's... I mean, it looks worse." It was a blatant lie, and she figured Faith would know it, but the words just came spilling out, anyway.
"Here, um. Sit down?" Her voice was hoarse from the yelling and screaming she'd done, but she didn't pay any mind to it, nor did she pay attention to the awkward way she was walking as she led the way towards the couch. Her hips, stomach, thighs, and the area between her legs were all aching painfully by now, what Sam had done really being able to set in overnight.