Questions

The blows fell hard and qick, her claws tearing up the skin of the little girl's arm and side.
"You are not here to ask questions!" was the sreech.
Animals and birds, agitated in their hung cages, added to the din with howls and caws. The Hag ignored them for now. The barbed fists reigned down on the little girl's back as she tried to curl in a corner.
"You are here to learn!" yelled the little girl's teacher. Having exposed muscle she started tearing the deeper flesh. The little girl tried not to cry, it would make things much worse, she knew.
"Demand answers, show weakness and be punished." now the Hag was tenderly plucking at the nerves so they snapped. The pain shot through the little girl's entire body.
The Hag examined her work, satified with the cringing girl. "The answer to your question is the blood of a lion, spiced with peacebloom and boiled away to a paste.
"Now heal that arm." Her Keeper went away into the depths of the livng space to do other things. The girl wept silently, not because of the state of her body, but because the pain had wiped from her mind what she had asked.