[Oh, doesn't she know it. Beau has no qualms about a little pain making her avoid death, and Callisto's hand only comes right at the moment where she's starting to actually think this might get her. The fear was always creeping, but this felt like a real pressing, tangible issue-- something in her throat that really makes her think this might be it.
But then there's a hand, and the pain grounds her to grit her teeth and kick up- and once she sees the light she knows she's got this. As Callisto rolls away, Beau all but rolls herself out of the hole, wiggling until she's almost lying down and then traveling with a wider surface area until the ground feels more solid.
Once she's anywhere that isn't trying to eat her, she just ends up on her back, breathing hard. She's absolutely covered in sand, and spits a bit of it out of her mouth.]
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But then there's a hand, and the pain grounds her to grit her teeth and kick up- and once she sees the light she knows she's got this. As Callisto rolls away, Beau all but rolls herself out of the hole, wiggling until she's almost lying down and then traveling with a wider surface area until the ground feels more solid.
Once she's anywhere that isn't trying to eat her, she just ends up on her back, breathing hard. She's absolutely covered in sand, and spits a bit of it out of her mouth.]
That. Fucking. Sucked.