"We are," Wyatt promised, brushing water over Guy's back as gently as he could. "Ya did great. An' as long as we can get all those bits an' bobs an' get out'a here, ya should be fine."

He'd feel it, for sure, every move, every tug, but he'd live. There just wouldn't be time enough for it go putrid on them.

Returning the bottle and the box to his bag, he turned back to Guy and offered a wet hand. "Jus' take it easy for a minute er two. Catch yer breath, an' we'll see if we can't catch up to the others."