"N… no!"
Agatha was not one to really hold her breath no matter how thick and heavy the air could get. After all, her ability would do just that whenever she used it — breathing sand was already a part of her life and her body was used to it.
But right now, however, even with just a light steam veiling the air around her, she could not muster up the courage to breathe; not because of the air, but because of the scenery that was lightly being censored by the steam. For some reason, however, Agatha could not take it upon herself to look away.