when i feel i am slipping further away...

Dee was more than thankful that Tethys had helped her. Had practically saved her from dying. If she hadn't been found on the beach that day, she might not have made it. But how do you thank someone when you can't speak? She could still hardly walk on her own without feeling exhausted after ten minutes or so. Rebuilding her muscles, strength, and energy was proving far more difficult than trying to stay alive.

Uncertainty lingers on Dee as she stands there in front of Tethys. The nervousness is obvious as she shifts her weight back and forth, left to right. It's hard for her to keep eye contact so her eyes quickly move back down to her paws. Even her tail tucks between her legs slightly as Tethys asks if she can't speak. A frown creases at the edge of her lips as she nods a few times. Inhaling a slightly deeper breath, Dee glances up and tries to have some sort of courage.

Opening her mouth, she pushes out some air and what follows is a strangled sort of 'urgh' that could not be taken for anything other than maybe an animal in pain. Her brow furrows and she looks to the side at the water that laps at the black sand shore. She feels frustrated, tired, exhausted, and so many other emotions. It was practically overwhelming and made it hard to breathe. Dee so badly wanted to say something, anything! Why wouldn't her voice work?