Holy fucking shit she was stuck in here with the minotaur.
Her breath tripped and stumbled in her throat, and she shut her lips to try and make it less noticeable. "Hi," she whispered, trying to keep it all under control. "I'm Ant-" the urge to breath took over, for a moment, she had to squeeze her eyes shut to squeeze control back into her voice. "Antigone," she managed. What a terrible role model for breathing, she was. Antigone thumped herself hard on her knee thump thump thump letting the heel of her hand knock her back into her body. "You're alright, aren't you? Asterion. You're alright." It felt cheap, and untrue, but it was all she had.