She stared at him, her mind still trying to catch up. Her last memory had been the water. Of it rising, and rising, until she couldn’t breath. She still remembered that feeling of panic that had washed over her. She remembered breathing in water, and the fit that had followed. Clearly, Crux had managed to drag them both out of that cave. She owed him her life. Both for that, and for administering first aid afterwards. Had he put his mouth on hers? She didn’t have any memory of it, and felt heat touch her cheeks. Feeling it despite all the other aches and pains her body was trying to tell her about.
She did as he told her too, and concentrated on her breathing. She was definitely worried about another attack taking her, but her breathing seemed to be okay. Painful, but okay. She would kill for some fresh water, both to drink and gurgle however. “....?” She asked him. Hmm, that still didn’t seem to be working.
She started to slowly sit up, allowing more of the wind to brush through her damp coat. She immediately shivered, and fought the urge for her teeth to chatter. Oh boy, it was cold. “.... …. …” She pointed out to Crux.
