*doesn't have a second to spare for petty satisfaction (he's still so much of the Teler but you, you are the opposite of water) before he's falling hard, going under, the sudden flare of pain spidering up through his ankle all but forgotten*
*pushes himself upward again and gets his wind, spluttering, his clothing drenched anew and impossibly heavy somehow, dragging him down as he reaches for you, as he tries to concentrate on anything that will cause you pain and not the fact that he can't breathe because he's breathing too much, gasping and shuddering and terrified beyond description*