Well, at least Elleru's being honest about it, and isn't trying to claim that it's not as bad as it looks. Because it is -- it is bad and she wants out. Her brow knits as she tries to breathe, or at least focus on her breaths, short and quick as they are that she's dizzy and her knees shake.

She still doesn't open her eyes when she opens her mouth to speak, only for no words to come out. Rey tries again, and nothing. Her fingers flex open and closed into tight fists around the fabric of Elleru's clothes.

All she can do is nod in her response.