[There's a tremendous splashing and, just as Madoka's hands are about to slip from the wood, a strong hand encircles her wrist and hauls her up into someone's arms.
She's set gently on dry sand. The middling tall man that had saved her sits with exaggerated care at her side, regarding his soaked thighs with a grimace before pressing a finger to her pulse.]
Still alive, thank the Gods. Excuse me? Miss? Can you hear me?
that's all right, so am I!
She's set gently on dry sand. The middling tall man that had saved her sits with exaggerated care at her side, regarding his soaked thighs with a grimace before pressing a finger to her pulse.]
Still alive, thank the Gods. Excuse me? Miss? Can you hear me?