A sensation of intense thirst awakened Arthur. He was completely dehydrated. Looking up and seeing only part of the floor and a corner of the room didn't help him at all. Everything was on the ceiling for him, even Seisyll.
In reality, Sally was lying on her side, her wound torturing her. With everything holding the ship still attached to her back, the scenery was tilted.
By the time they had landed, almost all of them had lost consciousness. Sally had fallen into the sand and many had fallen into the cockpit, forming the new floor. Their belongings were buried underneath.
"Don't move, me-King, your wounds will hardly forgive you."
