Say Something

The fae would force herself to sit up on her haunches, so that no more potential water could get into her. She slightly leaned and slouched forward, exhausted from her horrific coughing fit. Misha would look up at Ritsuka, flicking her ears a bit in his direction. Could she talk? After her choking fit, was her voice ready to speak? "Hi," she would say, melodic tones ringing in the silent air. Her voice sounded more sing-song like at the moment, but it definitely was not damaged. "Thank you so very much for saving me," she would say, voice ringing out in musical chords.