Irohahime cried out every time he struck her, cowering and covering her face, trying desperately to get away from the brutal beating, every blow that hit her head made her more and more dizzy. Soon she just collapsed in the corner, blood staining the back of her head and Mitsunari's gauntlets. The pain was overwhelming, something she had never before felt, but her body felt heavy, and soon she could barely feel the blows he delivered, eyes growing heavy. "Otou...Sama..." She grunted as his fist caught her in the temple. "M'lord..!" One of the guards came into the cell, but didn't dare touch Mitsunari. "I don't think she can handle anymore!" He said, and he was right, Irohahime was struggling to avoid unconsciousness.
Amaya didn't even question what Akihime needed, she simply nodded. "Hai." She disappeared in a whirlwind of snow flakes, leaving Akihime alone. It didn't take her long to gather the needed materials, and she returned in no time. "Here, m'lady." She handed the large sack to Akihime, bowing. "Will you need anything more?"