The pain simply got worse and worse. It had the strength of a thousand stinging bees and a hundred raging fires. Her ears still rang, blood still flowed. Ambra whimpered and clutched at her head, begging Naga to make it stop. There had been herbs to soothe pain in her bag before, but now they were gone. Some had been external medication, and she had coated Zaino's wounds in them. The other was taken into the mouth and ingested. Why the hell did she have to be so noble? She had to start thinking about herself for once. Thinking about her own health and well being. She hoped that the kick would not make her blind as she had seen it happen before. Something about your brain. It was something about how it got hurt. 
A man approached, asking if the wyvern was her steed. She forced her eye opened and looked up at him, shaking her head. From the sounds around her, it seemed that the Shepherds were winning- but that didn't mean that they were doing well. The stench of blood hung in the air like the fragrance of perfume on a harlot. Screams punctured her ears like Silver Swords. Then he asked if she needed aid. 
Ambra didn't like being seen as weak. She always wanted to help and prove useful in one way or another. Whether it was through combat or medical treatment, she didn't care. But what she hated the most was when someone asked if she needed help. What we're they thinking of her? Did they think of her as weak and useless? Tears came to her eyes at that, but she blinked them away. 
[B]"Yes, I need help... please, it hurts so [I]much[/I]..."[/b] she pleaded, pulling her hand away from her head and looking down at it. It was covered in a thin film of blood and dirt. She knew that if she bled too much, she would be done for. If she fainted, she would most likely not be able to wake up. [B]"Hurry please... I... see black in the corners of my eyes..."[/b] she whimpered, clutching her hair now. This further agitated the gash on her temple and made her whine even more.