Ellie couldn't calm down. She could barely breathe. She still felt as though she was trapped inside the coffin, everything was closing in around her and she couldn't breathe through her broken nose, and with her hysterical crying she wasn't able to pull in a proper lung full of air, visibly choking on her own tears and panic.
At his words though she did her best to push herself up on shaking legs, allowing Neville to help boost her up, grabbing onto the dirty grass desparately and shoving herself forward, literally crawling out of the grave and collapsing on the ground. The edges of her vision swam as she continued to gasp for air, shaking, terrified, curling up into herself.
Even freed from the grave, Ellie still felt ad though she might die.
"I... Nev.. he.." she couldn't even speak, sputtering on broken words, unable to get a coherent thought out.