[Beel's grip follows suit and lifts Temenos straight out of the surf the very second he can, the momentum causing him to take a couple steps back but not caring, burying his face against Temenos's shoulder and neck, a hand clenched in his hair, another against the back of his robes.]
You're okay. [It's muffled against the cleric's clothing, even if the shaking exhale can't be hidden.] I'm so glad you're okay, Temenos.
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You're okay. [It's muffled against the cleric's clothing, even if the shaking exhale can't be hidden.] I'm so glad you're okay, Temenos.
I'm so sorry.