Lost in more ways than one

Gloom groaned as she started to slowly lift herself, she blinked against the sand trying very hard to get into her eyes and realized she could something warm beading along her cheek, under her left eye. As Gloom hefted herself to her haunches she coughed, finding her voice was not helped even a little bit by all the dust. "I'm fine." It was basically the most honest answer she could give, at least about having fallen. He lifted a paw to gently dab at her cheek and felt her stomach flip as she saw it... Blood.

The woman had to put her paw down and look away, her cheek was warm but it didn't hurt too much, so she had probably just scratched herself. "I'm Gloom..." She offered her own name, doing her best to distract herself from her- Nope, not thinking about it. Though it still made her skin crawl.

Gloom tried to give Makara a weak reassuring smile but it fell the moment she realized there wasn't just a way out of the hole they'd found themselves in... Did that mean? A lump had formed in her throat and she tried to swallow it down. Gloom looked into the dark and shuddered, she wasn't sure she wanted to go in there, under so many miles of earth, and yet was there another choice?

"Speech"