Sawtooth Spire when everything was broken, the devil hit his second stride

the black, rheumy rims of her eyes blinked out tears that sank into the fur of her cheek. phaedra smacked her drouthy mouth, tongue feeling about her bone dry teeth. she rocked upright from her shoulder, using the tilde of her leg to support the sway in her body. "i feh dow," the child parroted her mother, looking searchingly at wylla's panicked face. "making thingth h-hard," she remembered from her dream, squinching her brows and turning her face to stare away towards nothing.
when her mother suggested she get to the water, phaedra's chest burned like a furnace. "wather?" she said confusedly, "no wather, no wather, no wather!" she panicked, "you ... papa leth me go. no wather!" she wobbled to her feet and then collapsed into the legs of her mother before trying again to pick herself up, all the skin of her scruff pinching from a lack of moisture.
"nod sthong enouth," she rasped, excessively panting.