A Talking Mute?

Draven stood up with a frown and when he stepped back, her tense body somewhat loosened, causing his annoyance to rise. 

"I won't disturb you since you chose this kind of death."

He turned and walked away. Seeing that the red-eyed man was leaving, she tried to stand up on her own, but one of her legs was injured. She had sprained it badly when she slipped from the cliff. She fell back on the ground and let out a pained groan, not able to stand again. 

Draven stopped and simply watched her struggle to move, but she looked exhausted and in pain. However, he remembered how this rude thing disrespected him again and decided he had extended enough goodwill to her. It was her fault for rejecting him.

He turned back, intending to leave, but for some odd reason, he could not take a step.