What could go wrong?

She clung to him for a time, aware of nothing except for him holding her, and his soft voice in her ear. At last, she cried herself out. She hiccuped, and it burned coming past her ravaged throat. ”Do we have any water?” She croaked out. She knew then and there that speaking was going to be hard for a time. Not the first time, and likely not the last.

She had no idea what supplies had made it down with them, and now that she had a moment to think she found herself wondering what exactly had happened. They’d been digging, and then the floor had fallen away beneath her. “We fell?” she clarified, trying to remember the exact events. ”Gotta.. out.” Talking was only getting harder the more she pushed it.


"Cryptis"