06.Dec.20, 07:58 PM
Alas, she had.
"You," Kestra shivered, "need a mat. And some," she swallowed and coughed a little, "yes...a railing. Before true winter, T'pel." She leaned back into whatever warmth she could get from him, then gripped his arm gently.
"It was just a knock. No worse than Weyrlinghood. Faranth, the cold of the water was worse." She paused to catch her breath and then thanked Kyrionth quietly for getting them afloat. "It's alright. I'm a little lightheaded, mostly cold."