[He breaks the surface of the water, gasping and sputtering and clinging to the fountain's base. Eyes darting about, they find Diva's form and widen at her wounded hand. She must have -- ]
Don't. [Don't touch me, my skin will hurt you, his words cut short by a grunt as he struggles to pull his battered self out of the water. The combination of a few deep breaths and adrenaline has him in no further danger of falling unconscious a second time.]
Are you hurt? [He looks down at his torn tunic and pierced skin, but his pride won't let him tend to himself until she answers.]
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Don't. [Don't touch me, my skin will hurt you, his words cut short by a grunt as he struggles to pull his battered self out of the water. The combination of a few deep breaths and adrenaline has him in no further danger of falling unconscious a second time.]
Are you hurt? [He looks down at his torn tunic and pierced skin, but his pride won't let him tend to himself until she answers.]