There is Strength in Numbers - [Lillex; Any]

[Lillex]

Golden-
she was locked on 
golden tresses
of the first maiden
to arrive.

She gave a 
weak smile
trying to prove
she would 
be just fine.

She sort of wished
she could be left
alone.

Then another
voice, a more
demanding voice
cracked against her
skull.

She did not
have the energy
to show her 
displeasure at
this moment.

All those eyes are her
made the spotted
vixen uncomfortable
to the nth degree.

She looked up
at the demanding 
voice, it struck a chord,
it dug into her 
brain and took her
to a place she did not 
want to be.

"I have said it
before and I will
say it again. I will 
be just fine, now 
please stop making
such a big deal. 
Have you all never
seen the wounded
heal through natures 
course before? Yes,
it is painful but the
bleeding has stopped.
I will live."

Her answer was sharp
and to the point. She 
knew they were trying 
to look out for her best
interest but she did not
have it in her to be cordial
at the moment. 

Maybe she would make
it up to them later but for
now she just wished to
linger half out of reality.