A bit taken aback, Isielin paused a moment to pluck a strand of silver-white hair from her brow.
"Ah... uh..." she stammered, searching for words her parched throat refused to cough up. A coughing fit ensued instead, which seemed to spook the chocobo poking his head around the door.
She pounded her chest until the fit subsided. Reaching into her jerkin, she withdrew the letter she had found several weeks ago; worn and tattered as it was.
"I came because-" the coughed returned, strangling her words, flooding her mouth with the dry, arid atmosphere, "wa...ter," she rasped.
"Ah... uh..." she stammered, searching for words her parched throat refused to cough up. A coughing fit ensued instead, which seemed to spook the chocobo poking his head around the door.
She pounded her chest until the fit subsided. Reaching into her jerkin, she withdrew the letter she had found several weeks ago; worn and tattered as it was.
"I came because-" the coughed returned, strangling her words, flooding her mouth with the dry, arid atmosphere, "wa...ter," she rasped.