Theo was reveling in a strange sensation.
A sense of freedom, as though he were a spirit unbound by buoyancy or water pressure.
In contrast, Terepun seemed to struggle somewhat on the journey back.
"I hope his wounds don't reopen."
Despite regaining his strength and composure, he was still a patient.
“Let me assist you,” Theo offered, draping Terepun’s left arm over his shoulder.
“…My apologies,” Terepun replied, his voice tinged with embarrassment.
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