It might not have normally listened to the crone in this situation, but she seemed to be right. Moving at the moment only brought about more pain, and The City was about finished with feeling that particular sensation. It eased itself down and looked into the darkness.
Light was slowly coming through, and it worried that it had gone temporarily blind, that it was only relearning how to see. It moved it's head just enough to see the candles, and then understood.
It wanted to rail against Baba Yaga, to yell at her, to get up screaming. But the tone of her voice stopped it. It didn't know how things could go more wrong than they already had, and it honestly didn't want to know. It was afraid. Truly afraid. A feeling that it had not ever wanted to experience.
"I don't want to hurt more." It agreed. The voice that came out was raw, it hurt to speak. Had this body been screaming? What had she done to it? Where was the body it was used to? Why had she called it into a vessel that did not belong to it?