Envy slipped back down to her stomach aside him, a grin toying at the edges of her jaws, fighting to remain there as the ache of seeping punctures grew more unbearable by the minute. For all she tried to do in spite of injury; she really was no paragon of pain tolerance. She'd taken a dozen spares at her ears, snapped her tail in two, one time nicked her lip and spent days whigning about it, but never had she been injured in this way, so... grievously.

A tingle ran down her spine, ice cold, and yet not of pain, it was envy Jealousy.

A feast for her eyes, were her eyes able to see the back of her neck. She would've revelled in this sort of thing provided it was on another... She craned her neck out in offering; he should've been grateful that she allowed him this pleasure, and forfeited it for herself. She didn't often do such things. Charitable little beast. Still, her focus lingered on him, the playful tease on his tongue and the glint of kindred curiosity in his eyes, soft, sage green.

Mmm....I'll answer whatever y'want. She mused as she slid closer to the earth, paws outstretched, an indifference to selling these fragments of herself.

She liked to talk. Liked to be talked to. If that meant peeling back each layer, stripping herself down to the soul, she would've done it for just a taste. But would you even know if I did lie? She murmured a soft question with a flick of her ear, not that she would've, a poor liar and one too easily prone to honesty, but she itched to taunt, to steal back little crumbs of power along the way.

She liked this game.