She had spent her life trying to avoid punishment and pain but she had never really succeeded, at least until she got here. When she thought she did well, one of them always found something to twist upon her and it never ended. That had been the majority of her life and something that affected her to this day and it all showed on her face as Eris snapped at her. With her face drawn near to hers, her muzzle lowered to the side and inadvertently showing the vulnerability of her neck. It was more natural instinct of submission than something taught but nonetheless something she did to show how weak she was, to show that Eris had control in hopes that was enough to make her happy.
The hot breath on her face made her eyes close tightly, shaking her head only slightly in response. She held it in still but she could feel the walls being penetrated with every move Eris had. If she could hold them long enough, she would not break that barrier, she would not cry, but Vieira did not have hope in her own actions.