[Maketh tenses when she hears the clang of metal hitting the wood of the box - she's not thinking of it as a coffin, can't think of it as a coffin - and takes a deep breath. Focus. She's still alive.
Breathe. In and out. Conserve oxygen. Just like that.
Then the box opens with a groan. Maketh flinches at the sudden light, trying to blink the dust out of her eyes. There's someone standing over her, but Maketh can't see anything else just yet.
She didn't cry, though. So there's that.
Maketh takes a very careful breath, and sits upright. Slowly. She's hurting, an ache in her throat and something sharper in her chest. Broken ribs, maybe. From the explosion, perhaps? But she can't smell any ash...
It doesn't matter. She'll live if she doesn't move too fast.]
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Breathe. In and out. Conserve oxygen. Just like that.
Then the box opens with a groan. Maketh flinches at the sudden light, trying to blink the dust out of her eyes. There's someone standing over her, but Maketh can't see anything else just yet.
She didn't cry, though. So there's that.
Maketh takes a very careful breath, and sits upright. Slowly. She's hurting, an ache in her throat and something sharper in her chest. Broken ribs, maybe. From the explosion, perhaps? But she can't smell any ash...
It doesn't matter. She'll live if she doesn't move too fast.]
Thank you. Sir.
[Her voice is small, but surprisingly clear.]