Qeya River it’s just a silly phase i’m going through

the pressure from astaroth's grip pulling the skin back against her throat helped some of the liquid to make its way upward. river water slowly began pooling inside of her mouth, trailing out onto the ice as they made their way inland. ying coughed — a quiet, sheepish thing — then returned to silence. 

and moments later, another cough; the sound was strained against bruised muscle as some unholy mixture of water and mucous dripped from nostril and mouth. ying could breathe again, large, wheezing breaths.