Arialla, tragically, was not in a place to answer questions. She opened her eyes and looked blearily at the man standing over her and tried to speak, but all that came out was a whimper.
Now that he'd appeared and offered some possibility of rescue, though, Arialla was suddenly desperately afraid of dying, her acceptance fleeing -- now that someone else recognized her as a person and not just a bag of blood to be drained, she might think of herself that way too. She reached out towards Gideon with a bloody hand and tried to rasp a request for help. Please, she tried to say, but no words came out.
Sorry, Gideon; conversation would probably have to wait until Arialla's blood wasn't actively draining out of her body.
please don't take my sunshine away
