Rama woke first, coughing frost crystals out of his lungs, and the first thing he registered past the ringing in his skull was Sekar's hand still locked around his wrist where he'd grabbed for her in the fall.
"Sekar." His voice came out cracked, swallowed almost immediately by a cavern so vast the sound never found a wall to bounce off. "Sekar, wake up."
She stirred, gasping, and the sound of her own name seemed to anchor her back into her body faster than anything else could have. "Where's," she started, and then twisted hard enough to hurt herself finding their daughter curled small and shivering but breathing steadily against Rama's other side, already stirring at the commotion.
"I'm here," their daughter said, thin but coherent, pushing herself upright with visible effort. "That was a very fast way down."
