Harvey pulled off the helmet, his cheeks pink from exertion and his hair wet and plastered to the top of his head.
"It is me!" he said, then ran over to hug Tristan's knees. Rhiannon softened a little at that sight, but still spoke firmly.
"We need to calm down, okay? You're getting Auggie all worked up and you've traumatized poor Lescat and you're going to make yourself sick. Settle down."