Clyde was yelling at her once again, she was only half listening. It was taking most of her being to stay conscious and upright. It took all of Clyde's angry spew of reprimanding to get the Ethaefal back on her feet and staring at the man.
“Control! You speak of controlling whatever happened to me as it was a dog! A DOG!” She spat on the ground before him, “I barely can keep myself conscious well pushing it out let alone keep control of something that makes my being rip in two!” Luane growled and with one hand held her cloak shut, the other she instinctively rose to point towards him, a frail finger pointing towards him, the rest of her fingers clasped around a piece of flint and some sorely abused length of steel.
“I... I just want to know...” She shook her head. “I just want to know what is happening to me and how to fix it.” The Ethaefal whimpered, what anger she felt for the man was crumbling and with it her very foundation of surviving as long as she did.
Unable to control the flow of tears Lunae reached up with her other hand, thus releasing the cloak and allowing it to fall open, she wiped away the tears.
“I feel so weak and I just want it to end...” The frail and sickly lady choked back the sob that was forming in her throat, only to have it form into a coughing fit that sent her back to her knees. The physical weakness that the Leecher's ability coupled with her lack of nutrion and a comfortable enivronment had on her body was obvious. Her skin was pale and shrunken close to her ribs and bones, it was as if she was the walking dead. Each breathe wasn't just visible, but it was a rattling and wheezing thing, the wheezing and rattling was the only thing that could be attributed to the Leeching, it wasn't enough to kill her on it's own.
“Can't you help me?” Lunae struggled to her feet as she asked, staring at him with the red streaks of tear trails down her face. Her eyes clearly showing pain and anguish.
OOC: Anything n the yellowish color is an edit.
