It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. Why couldn't it just stop? The brunette, if she still even had any hair, had already lost track of time. Was it seconds? Minutes? Hours? It didn't matter. What mattered was that Muu was still alive.

As the singing sensation of pain on her head seemed to have pretty much reached its peak and adrenaline kept pumping into her system, Muu slowly started to perceive her surroundings again. Mainly the sensation of touch. She was, apparently, lying on something firm. The ground? She hadn't even registered the pain in her back initially. 

Was the frog still alive? Did her group abandon her? Did they kill it? Would she end up as a dessert? Clearly, she lacked information. Yet, she knew the worst action was un-action. She had to act. Something, anything.

...

Despite the girl's face practically nonexistent, Muu actually arose between the long grass strands and started to... walk. Half-lost, but firm, into a direction she wasn't even sure of herself.