[center][color=lavender][h2][i]Freya Carstensen[/i][/h2][/color][/center]
Freya couldn't breathe, even though the water wasn't splashing over her entire head. It did get in her eyes, and when something happened and the goblin creature was forced off of her, she rolled over, sputtering and coughing. She crawled away frantically, or at least tried to, but the sudden effort caused another shooting pain, and she stopped, clutching her side.

There were people around her, people she didn't even recognize for a moment until she remembered where she was and what had happened. They were saying things, but she didn't hear any of them, just a muffled murmur. Water in her ears or something? No, she just... couldn't think straight. She tried to get to her knees, but ended up just sitting on her side at the edge of the water, still trying to catch her breath. Her clothes were soaked through, her dark hair dripping.

A sudden pain made her wince and double over, before she realized that Brenton had pressed something against her side. She glanced down, catching a glimpse of the hole in her top, and blood slowly seeping out and staining the gauze. [color=lavender][i]No, idiot, don't look, don't look.[/i][/color] She hadn't been hurt like this since, well...

She closed her eyes. [color=lavender]"Th-thank you,"[/color] she stammered, not really sure to whom. Everyone that had just prevented her from dying, she supposed.