She moved her head lightly in a nodding motion, not trusting herself to talk at all at this stage. For all that she knew he was more than familiar with how much it hurt, there was a sort of pride in not crying out. Maybe it was that he knew what she was, and people tended to equate immortal with invulnerable, or high pain thresholds. Her back rose and felt with her erratic breathing, and even with all her control it was impossible to not growl when she felt the next hook.