The move to Agrelos had done a number on Kebechet. She had been minding her own business that day when she'd collapsed, and the control she had over her body slipped from her grasp, but her consciousness... not so much. The days turned to weeks, the weeks to months. She was buried by the sand of the Sanguine Ruins and felt it penetrate her lungs, her eyes, but she could not move. And one day, after what felt like an eternity, she felt water seeping down into her fur, a cold awakening that burned her skin and sent tingles up her spine.
Was that saltwater? In the desert?
Slowly, Kebechet's body seemed to return to her. First came her paws, then her legs, and then her tail and torso, until she was able to draw in a deep breath, the first she'd had in her hellish eternity. The sand around her shifted as she writhed, unearthing herself like an ancient artifact waiting to be discovered. She was... bigger than she remembered being, but too grateful to be alive to worry much about that yet.
//she's on the beach beneath the archipelago, probably looking confused as hell
✧\ SHE CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR \✧