The boy that was helping her was just that, a boy. What was he doing here? Didn't he have parents? You are in the middle of a storm, thrown over board, and you are worrying zbout that? 

She accepted his hand, managing to pull herself in. She let go, leaned pack panting, which caused her to cough some more, her lungs and body wanting to expell the water she had ingested. She turned away, continuimg to cough.

"Thank you" she managed