*Struggles to get away before giving up and bursting into panicky, messy tears as she does.*
*Clings onto your jacket, balling her hands into fists.*
*Shakes her head frantically because it won't be over in a minute, because any second now, those hills will give way and the sea will gush in and then it really will be all over.*
*Tries to explain but can only manage a terrified squeak in words she doesn't even understand herself.* Bâ kisaphad? Urîd yakalubim.