Cedar Sweep disappears in the deep

The chuff sent another rolling wave of discomfort down her spine, forcing her to close in herself ever so slightly. She looked back up to him, an almost pleading look in her eye as she whispered, Where am I? Even the nearly nonexistent tenor of her own voice, she felt as though she were being attacked and horribly overpowered. She managed to lift her head slightly, fighting against the continuous thump, thump her blood played in her temples as it ran its course. 

Taking a step forward so that he might be able to hear her better, she tried to speak once more, Please help me. Had things always been like this? Had she always been so vulnerable out on her own? Whereas she wanted to say no, that this was something new and terrifying, there was no memory for her to pull such a claim from.