She managed to notice that because of her attempts in trying to distract herself from the main source of pain by biting her lower lip, she managed to create a small puncture in her lower lip. In her current condition, she was unable to do anything but instead managed entered a dreamlike trance for a mere few seconds before she could feel the pain surging throughout her body as the pain surged from head to toe, the vibration of something similar to a stampede due to all of the people around her constantly shuffling and moving about forced her body to tremble as well. She could head the voices and the mutters around her, and in that moment, one of her eyes opened, revealing the hazy surrounding around her. 
Growing up, she could never take wounds without crying nor could she stand them which often made her burst into tears because she couldn’t handle it. She attempted to go on this journey in hopes of strengthening her physique and mentality, but having gone away from home for nearly two years now, she hasn’t made any progress in anything. Her physique didn’t help this whatsoever, as she was and is easily cut and easily bruised. In this case, what should’ve been only simple, slight scratches and tiny bruised doubled into great gashes and heavy wounds.
With her eye open, she took notice of a young elf by her side, a sort of blonde hair from what she could see with a single eye, but due to the blood loss, even that sight was blurry and fading quickly. It felt as though tremors ran through the ground as another person had walked towards her, she could faintly hear a deep voice and something about herbs and bandages. At that point, she felt the urge to break into tears but had no energy of doing so, so she closed her eye and focused on hearing. The small ferret slipped off her neck and hissed at the young man taking Aurain’s limp body but after a short moment, it noticed the intentions behind lifting her body. 
Ain then looked at the young elf who had first come to try and figure whether the little ferret’s companion was dead or alive and leapt onto her, visibly shaking in fear as it didn’t understand what to do at this point, having never seen his companion react this way. Meanwhile, as her hands were placed onto her body and as she was lifted up, a slight groan of pain escaped her lips due to the placement of her hands, as at any point, any bodily movement made by her could possibly cause further pain or possibly widen the gashes. The only thought that ran through her head was ‘I wish I didn’t inherit my mother’s delicacy’ or something along the lines, as this condition of hers is due to her mother and her mother’s childish acts as she grew up, prior to meeting her father, having taken numerous and countless different potions and concoctions from the Alchemists’ store in her hometown. 
Aurain felt the urge to scream internally as she felt the dead leaves and pieces of broken branches stab at her muscles and skin, creating a burning sensation within the cuts. She then re-opened her eye and glanced at the young man handling her tiny body and slightly parted her lips, in hopes of saying something but was unable to do so, as she was afraid of ending up in tears, something she strived to hide away from strangers. Rather than saying something and having one hand still on her body rather than flailing about as though it had finally found freedom, it crept towards the young man’s chest and poked lightly, in hopes of having got his attention but found herself poking hardly against his chest. 
She thought it was time to don the personality she had been working on for years, and managed spend whatever strength left in her body to mutter two simple, and what she believed to be effective, words: “hurry up.”