Her vision was blurred. Her only sense that worked well... Perfectly, was hearing. The world sounded... Watery.
A furious roar of a wave in the distance collided with something slimier, thicker. And a low, almost imperceptible sound of what she deduced was a river in agony.
Everything around her was wet, in ruins.
Another liquid made a sound as the trickle of blood on her forehead hit the stone floor.
"Shit." Usually, that was the moment when she would let out a jest. Not being able to think of one bothered her more than whichever wound had caused the blood.