In sharp counterpoint to Sandrath's calm, Tammy's panic has mounted to the point where consciousness seems more effort than it's worth. She can't breathe--even if there were air in the maw of the chipmunk--and if it weren't dark, she'd be able to appreciate the black spots swimming in her vision.

The futile kick against the pliable cheek isn't really her effort--it's the djinn, firing impulses down her nerves and forcing her body to move as Tammy passes out and it takes over.

"Help me!" The djinn isn't exactly calm, but it's not panicked either. Much as Antalyon likes this Vessel, there's always another to be taken, if Tammy doesn't survive. Still, getting her through this would be easier than going through another human infancy.