There's silence from under the covers - Miho's too far into her own head to be aware of Goldy speaking. She's making little whimpering noises as she breathes now, as if her throat is too tight, and her breath has to force it's way out.

Every muscle is locked, in fact, not just her throat - touch her, and she would feel more like a statue than a girl, even down to her skin which is cold and damp with nightmare sweat.