Miku stopped finally, running out of steam when the last of her indignant rage burnt off. She felt a little bit emptier, but better. Her cheeks felt wet, and her eyes probably looked awful, so she brought her hands up to wipe at her face.

Her breath hitched again, and was compounded with the little squeak of pain. She was stupid for getting all worked up, and now her healing ribs were paying for it in spades. "I'm sorry."