As the large bestial feet landed, the cave went dead silent. Nisha was still on me, her spasms finally calming, and I pulled her away as gently as I could manage.
I managed — barely. Her weight won out, and she slipped from my grip to hit the ground with a soft thud. The beast's legs shifted outside, and I gritted my teeth in immediate regret. The sound had been small, but in this silence, it might as well have been a thunderclap.
She lay there, looking half dead, half alive. Her legs were shamelessly spread apart, her body drenched and glistening with sweat. She was either still conscious or too exhausted to care about her state right now. Either way, I removed my cloak and covered her with it.
