As things seemed to have calmed down, finally, Kalinda let herself relax, just slightly. She rubbed a hand over her eyes, weary. As the warning for the sand worms came through, Kalinda stood up straight, and had daggers in her hands. 

She was the last to move, almost taunting the worms to come at her. As they drew nearer, she began to move, flinging her daggers when any rose to the surface, the small figure darting forward after the others once more, she gathered her strength, and launched herself up, scrambling up the rocks to where the others were. 

She flung a dagger at the closet Sand Worm, already figuring she was losing the daggers she threw at them.