For a short while, silence reigned.
Air was limited in the pocket, and talking used up more of it. They simply lay there in the tight, filthy pocket of air they'd somehow survived in, listening the the noise of the rocks and debris settling around them.
Small stones shifted every now and then, and dirt occasionally trickled from the cracks.
None of this was comforting at all.
But eventually, Elane forced herself to speak through her pain and panic.
"I can move my right arm," she whispered after testing the limits of her body again. "And a little of my left… but not much. My legs are still pinned underneath yours."
Rohan maintained his breathing at a steady pace.
"You are the only one who can get us out."
