[i]Strawberry?[/i] Ember furrowed her brow. [i]What sort of name is strawberry?[/i] 
'Don't let her touch you.'
"Shut up," Ember hissed under her breath, her fingers digging into the dirt as Sunny rolled up her pants leg. "Easy!" She pleaded, her eyes going wide. At the sight of her leg, she held her breath, peering over the red skin. [i]Is that why she called me Strawberry?[/i]
'Witch.'
Ember closed her eyes, growing more upset with Glowy. Sunny wasn't a witch, right? When she opened her eyes, the blonde was mixing herbs in a bowl, and Ember exhaled in relief, recognizing at least a few of the weeds.
'Witch!'

Not bothering to correct Glowy, Ember gripped the bowl and took a deep drink, spilling a little down her front. "Thanks," Ember muttered quickly, though she regretted thanking the woman when she lowered her fingers and started to prod. Gritting her teeth, Ember caught her breath and tensed, laying back down. She took her free arm and covered her face, trying to ignore the waves of agony with each of Sunny's touches. 
At the very least, the drink seemed to be working. It hurt a bit less after a few minutes. 
Even more, Glowy was being mercifully silent. 

"Everything's not okay." Ember exhaled all at once as Sunny let her torture up. She took a few moments to breath, her head spinning. 
'Military is coming,'
"Fuck me." The half-drow swore. "Don't let them take me away. Don't let them hurt me."