Moonspear no rest for the parents

The situation sunk further in to her as she sat there, staring over the edge. She was speaking, thanking him, but felt somehow far away from her own body. As if it wasn't her mouth that moved, or her voice that croaked at the air. She felt herself drawn back into her own body though, as his laughter reached her. She rose to a sitting position and turned to stare at him blankyly for a moment, her mind whirling still. Why was he laughing? Suddenly though, she didn't have the capacity to question his laughter, for she found herself joining in. 

It was a hysterical laugh that siezed her, bringing tears to her eyes and doubling her over as the spasms took her. It was the laughter of release, the braying sound of someone who had succedded and had to release the remaining adreleine in some form. It helped too that she was also suddenly simply pleased to be alive, to have been saved. Moments before she had known true terror, but now the world was right again and the ground was hard under her paws.

She looked at Charon as she laughed, her legs going weak and sinking her back to the ground once more. "Holy shit." Was the only thing she could manage now, in a weak voice, and the absurdity and unfamiliar sound of the profanity on her tongue only made her laugh harder.