[ This is one of those times when Terezi's scrappiness is a comfort. Naminé attempts to comfort herself with the idea that her moirail's pretty tough - not to mention that the clod-throwing does sound as though it's ceased, if only due to the lack of any audible response to the same. Perking at the command, Naminé immediately makes to start complying. It's a bit of an effort, though, getting the range of motion. ]
I'm not sure I--
[ -- No, forget it, there's no giving up now. She cuts herself off with a shaky huff, then manages to wriggle her way into scraping awkwardly at the soil. It gives more easily than she expected, and all of a sudden - a hand grabs her arm? Naminé makes an obvious noise as she startles, instinctively flinching before she realizes what's happened. Her fingers grab more urgently for Terezi's than Naminé would have meant for them to once she recognizes the intent, her grip stronger than usual in her distress. The soil's begun crumbling around her and she turns her head away from it, coughing through her, ]
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I'm not sure I--
[ -- No, forget it, there's no giving up now. She cuts herself off with a shaky huff, then manages to wriggle her way into scraping awkwardly at the soil. It gives more easily than she expected, and all of a sudden - a hand grabs her arm? Naminé makes an obvious noise as she startles, instinctively flinching before she realizes what's happened. Her fingers grab more urgently for Terezi's than Naminé would have meant for them to once she recognizes the intent, her grip stronger than usual in her distress. The soil's begun crumbling around her and she turns her head away from it, coughing through her, ]
Yes--! Can you-- can you pull me out?