weakly, she resists, but the round meat between her neck and shoulder is snug within the diastema. foreteeth dig into the flat beneath her collarbone, and back beneath the second rib. friction and pressure would eventually rub divots in the flesh.
painful, but she does not feel it. whenever the beast's head dips, she finds solace in her feet grazing the sand. toes clutch at it, gather it tightly. the grains spill out as she sways, carried off west.
she thinks only of how, for the first time in what to her is an hour, she is at peace and comfort.
the heat engulfing her ears and face is a mother's hug.
i love nakhtmin so friggin much!! also, wanna skip to where they're at the edge of the area/outside plague zone ((but still counts as bwp for points)) or d'y want a new thread? i'd like to have inno try and drag herself back into the desert when they try to leave, but we can just ref that instead of playing it out :3