[ oh, good, she is conscious. He thought he was about to have to break a few ribs once they got back to land. It's easier to get back to the shore than swim out from it; the waves do a good job shoving the two of them inland, and when he responds with a faint shake of his head, he's already able to walk rather than swim, the surf hitting his midsection as he keeps her arm slung over his shoulders. ]
I wouldn't leave you out to drown, [ he answers, though he's rather short of breath from the continuing exertion. ] You're all right?
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I wouldn't leave you out to drown, [ he answers, though he's rather short of breath from the continuing exertion. ] You're all right?