[ This isn't the kind of confusion he's familiar with, when struggling himself with the pull of the moon. He's not at all reassured by that non-explanation, which gives him no further clue whether this is some manifestation of the external threat they're all exposed to with the shields down, or something more like a head injury or a fever or god knows what else.
But it isn't the more pressing concern just now. He knows what the water can do with one quick unseen threat at the right moment; he doesn't believe that it won't still try to drown the drifters where it can, if it closes over their heads in the right way, and every sway and stagger leaves him afraid of seeing that happen to Arcade like it did to Deacon. The river might confer some unpleasant-yet-useful mutation instead, like it did to him, like it's done to most, but Danse has reason to believe it's not a given. At least he's near enough to help if he has to. ]
...Acclimating.
[ The arm he reaches reflexively out of the water at that next unsteady lurch is not quite as scaled now as some of Arcade's usually are, but the sharp fin at his elbow gleams like gunmetal in the eerie light. ]
I don't know if you can get safely back to land-- [ He isn't optimistic, this far out, when he can hear the current picking up even now. ] --but do you think you can reach me, if you can't?
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But it isn't the more pressing concern just now. He knows what the water can do with one quick unseen threat at the right moment; he doesn't believe that it won't still try to drown the drifters where it can, if it closes over their heads in the right way, and every sway and stagger leaves him afraid of seeing that happen to Arcade like it did to Deacon. The river might confer some unpleasant-yet-useful mutation instead, like it did to him, like it's done to most, but Danse has reason to believe it's not a given. At least he's near enough to help if he has to. ]
...Acclimating.
[ The arm he reaches reflexively out of the water at that next unsteady lurch is not quite as scaled now as some of Arcade's usually are, but the sharp fin at his elbow gleams like gunmetal in the eerie light. ]
I don't know if you can get safely back to land-- [ He isn't optimistic, this far out, when he can hear the current picking up even now. ] --but do you think you can reach me, if you can't?