[center][color=0076a3][h1]- Valen -[/h1][/color]
[color=0076a3]Location:[/color] Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London.
[color=0076a3]Interacting with:[/color] Juliet [@Vicier], Lavena [@Caits][/center][hr]
[color=coral]”H-hello?”[/color]

The voice was faint, and it barely carried itself over the surface of the water. At first, Valen thought he imagined it, however the woman's voice came through once again. [color=coral]"I survived!"[/color]

A wave of relief rushed over Valen as he realized that among all the carnage, at least one other person had survived. The prospect of another adult, or at least someone who sounded like it, boosted his spirits, however it couldn't debunk the fear he felt from the ocean's vastness beneath his feet.

[color=0076a3]"Hello? Hang on, I'm on my way!"[/color] The man began kicking his legs and using his free arms to backstroke towards the sounds of the woman's voice, doing his best to keep the little girl on his chest. Her hair was soaked and clung to her face in odd patterns, obscuring her features. Her lips were a cold blue, and the only movement from her chest were tiny, sporadic heaves. She was alive, however, Valen wasn't sure how much longer she would stay that way. Without warmth and a dry place to rest, her small form would succumb to the cold wetness far faster than that of a fully grown man's.

Pausing mid stroke, Valen hoisted her further up onto his body, pulling as much of her as he could out of the water. He gently tapped her cheek with the tips of his fingers, attempting to coax her into consciousness. [color=0076a3]"Hey, sweetie, can you hear me? Wake up. Come on. Come on!"[/color]

His voice became increasingly more frantic as his attempts were met with fruitless results. The voice of the woman came floating across the water once again, however the floating debris shielded her from Valen's sight. Growling in frustration and distress, Valen began backpedaling with both arms, churning the water as he bolted towards the woman's voice.

[color=0076a3]"Hey, can you hear me?"[/color] Valen shouted. [color=0076a3]"I'm following your voice. Keep talking! I don't know where you are!"[/color]

The fighter surveyed the nearby wreckage in the hopes of discovering something he could drift on top of, however between the jagged metal edges, which he wasn't positive how that was floating, questionable substances, and various sizes, nothing appeared to be readily available to support the girl, much less the both of them.

Panic began to rise in his chest as he struggled to find any kind of hope for the girl. He shouted again to the woman, cautiously swimming around a questionable piece of wreckage before calling out again. [color=0076a3]"Where are you?!"[/color]