The shortening tether

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"You two are crazy" Luci remarked, watching both Alysha and Nyx burrowing into the wall.
Alysha groaned as she dragged out a rock. "Would anyone mind if I accidentally smashed her head in?"

"Yes, people would mind." Nyx said in an exasperated voice, taking the rock from Alysha, then grunting as the weight dragged her arms down to the floor.
"Jeez, some warning, please!"

"The rock is heavy."

"Beforehand!"

Luci laughed hysterically at their back and forth, sitting comfortably against the wall and holding the patch to her head wound.

Alysha eyed her suspiciously. "Are you even still seriously wounded?"

"Yes."

"Too badly wounded to help us dig?"

"Yes."

"To deathly wounded to stand up from your comfy nook?"

Luci glared at her, muttering illegibly. Alysha grinned.

"Remember that Nyx. She's deathly wounded. Make sure her family know that's why she tragically didn't make it."

"I'm not dying."

"Not yet."

Deadly glares spliced the claustrophobic space, underlaid by a low, rumbling growl just off the hearing range.

Nyx forced herself to step in. Literally.
She literally stood between the two girls, holding up her hands like she was surrendering. However, her voice suggested anything but her surrender.

"Everyone shut up! Just do what you have to do without biting each others head off! Alysha, stop bossing everyone about and bitching when it doesn't go your way. Luci... Honestly, you're not bleeding anymore and you're not dizzy. And honestly, if you want to get out, there's no fricking choice! So help! Or at least, don't hinder!"

"Hinder what? You're going the wrong way!" Luci emphasised with frustrated hand gestures, then remembered her head was wounded and clutched it, wincing.

"You're the one who said to look for a bloody air shaft, this is the bloody air shaft!" Nyx took a deep breath, calming herself after yelling.

Alysha turned to Nyx, looking thoughtful. "We could always eat her. I mean, there's no food."

"No!" Nyx replied, obviously at the end of her tether.

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