Okay, that's not great. That's not great at all. Flayn sucks in a sharp breath, distressed, but then tries to will herself to calm. She breathes shallowly - if this is what she thinks it is, then she needs to conserve her breath.
The sound of her parents' voices makes her heart ache, though, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. With as much strength as she can muster (it isn't much), she slams her hands against the top of whatever she's in.
Please, find me...!
She wants to scream it out, but she needs to save her air.]
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Okay, that's not great. That's not great at all. Flayn sucks in a sharp breath, distressed, but then tries to will herself to calm. She breathes shallowly - if this is what she thinks it is, then she needs to conserve her breath.
The sound of her parents' voices makes her heart ache, though, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. With as much strength as she can muster (it isn't much), she slams her hands against the top of whatever she's in.
Please, find me...!
She wants to scream it out, but she needs to save her air.]