[ Lumine gives him a nod before she literally gathers his hair into her hands and holds it above the water—almost like a leash, really, or a rope to drag him back up to the surface. It's pointless, considering it's already been soaked and dirtied by the muck and blood, but hey, whatever helps him.
She can't really see what he's doing underwater, but the fact that she can see ripples on the surface and she can sense movement from his hair alone is enough to reassure her that he's fine. For now. A full minute passes, however, and she can feel concern rising up her throat like bile. It doesn't help that everything in this bath stinks to high heaven.
Is he okay, though? Or did those hands grab him? He's not thrashing and he's still moving around, so that might be a good thing? But still, he seems like he's struggling.
Lumine tugs at his hair, a little harder than she's supposed to, trying to get him to come back up for now. If he can't pull the drain stopper just yet, they can try again. ]
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[ Lumine gives him a nod before she literally gathers his hair into her hands and holds it above the water—almost like a leash, really, or a rope to drag him back up to the surface. It's pointless, considering it's already been soaked and dirtied by the muck and blood, but hey, whatever helps him.
She can't really see what he's doing underwater, but the fact that she can see ripples on the surface and she can sense movement from his hair alone is enough to reassure her that he's fine. For now. A full minute passes, however, and she can feel concern rising up her throat like bile. It doesn't help that everything in this bath stinks to high heaven.
Is he okay, though? Or did those hands grab him? He's not thrashing and he's still moving around, so that might be a good thing? But still, he seems like he's struggling.
Lumine tugs at his hair, a little harder than she's supposed to, trying to get him to come back up for now. If he can't pull the drain stopper just yet, they can try again. ]
... Itto, you need air to breathe.