The mud dried up her throat, and she coughed. Her eyes stung from the dirty water, and her entire body felt heavy, dirty. Only with massive effort did she manage to find some sort of solid ground, where she could pull herself out of this murky water.
The Kalamarei wheezed as she finally pulled herself onto solid ground. She struggled for breath, breathing hard and loud in an attempt to fill her lungs. She shook her paws and her tentacles, mud flying everywhere, but the feeling of wet soil still clinging onto her body. But with her paws somewhat cleaned, she rubbed them over her eyes and face so she could see where in Evelon she had ended up.