It's dangerous to be as far from civilization as this by oneself. Every human in this world knows that, which is why there are no humans from this world currently on this road, as far as the eye can see, which would probably be farther if this particular point on it didn't go straight between two hills.
She cries. Helpless all-consuming sobs, so close-spaced and convulsive that her breathing is barely any less impaired than before.
She gets better at drinking over time, but then is even less successful at eating than she was at drinking to start with.
After a few more minutes, she eventually musters the coordination and presence of mind to chew, and it goes much more smoothly from there.
It hurts, and it's going to keep hurting, and - for a while there before they gave her that break to eat and drink, she was too far gone to even remember that her mara was an option, and probably also too far gone to have succeeded in unlocking it if she'd tried - but she remembers now, and she could do it now, and she is horribly, horribly tempted -
No. She'd have no chance of controlling it if she unlocked it now, and not even these people deserve a loose mara on their hands, and even if they did, presumably there is at least one innocent person somewhere in this world. She will not.
It's sort of incredible how little that seems to matter. Not so long ago, she would have been horrified, and now she has so many more important problems than someone touching her breasts in a way that doesn't even hurt that much.
Yes. Yes, exactly.
She's losing coherency again, her thoughts falling apart into a whirlwind scatter of pain and trauma.
She coughs and gags and sobs and doesn't yet try to do anything as difficult as think.