She was struggling to breathe.
It was as if she had just run a hundred mile race. Yet there she was. Still slumped upon the floor, un-moving throughout that whole affair. Mind you, she didn't want to be on that floor. Sabyne wanted to leave, get up and run far away from that place, away from Bebouwen itself even. But she wasn't sure that she could even stand, let alone run. Ice was still stuck in her legs, choking out any hope of movement. Then, a voice. A voice reached her through the dark that seemed to have settle within her very mind.
It was that lovely baker and maker again. He offered her help. But she was strong, he needn't worry. Her mind was still clouded, confused and too worried to force words out of her. Therefore she attempted to stand and offer that as her response to his offer. Then Rusva was helping her too. Trying to tend to her arm once again. It was all a bit overwhelming really. Sabyne just, didn't quite know what to do with herself.
Her voice finally found her again, and quietly, more calmly than even she was expecting, Sab managed to speak,
"What... What was that?"
She raised a hand to her head. Her voice was barely more than a whisper,
"Gods... this Gloom is going to kill us all... isn't it?"
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