She's fighting him much harder than he expected, and he shakes his head back at her with all the defiance she's giving him.
His jaw is clenched against the way the salt feels like it's eating at the raw skin, but his eyes are determined and his brow furrowed at her when she lets her hand brush by his back.
"I'm fine. I'm always fine. And saltwater helps fix everything, right?"
He assures her, ending with a sideway smile. Before she can prevent him further, he dips his head under and tentatively works his arms and legs to tread at the water. He can manage.
She's covered in small cuts from the wear of the rope against her, and he knows it must be torture to be stuck in the saltwater until those heal. But the most concerning thing is her tail, which is covered loosely in seaweed, with pieces that are trailing and about to fall off.
He pulls his head back from the water, swiping the back of his hand across his face, the sting of the water making the rope burns against his wrists feel swollen.
"What happened to your tail? Can you swim okay? Why do you have seaweed on it? Have you been swimming all day with your tail like that?"
He's back to his old self, firing off a million questions a minute, and his brain won't slow down about what's happened to her tail and what his options are to try and help.
His jaw is clenched against the way the salt feels like it's eating at the raw skin, but his eyes are determined and his brow furrowed at her when she lets her hand brush by his back.
"I'm fine. I'm always fine. And saltwater helps fix everything, right?"
He assures her, ending with a sideway smile. Before she can prevent him further, he dips his head under and tentatively works his arms and legs to tread at the water. He can manage.
She's covered in small cuts from the wear of the rope against her, and he knows it must be torture to be stuck in the saltwater until those heal. But the most concerning thing is her tail, which is covered loosely in seaweed, with pieces that are trailing and about to fall off.
He pulls his head back from the water, swiping the back of his hand across his face, the sting of the water making the rope burns against his wrists feel swollen.
"What happened to your tail? Can you swim okay? Why do you have seaweed on it? Have you been swimming all day with your tail like that?"
He's back to his old self, firing off a million questions a minute, and his brain won't slow down about what's happened to her tail and what his options are to try and help.