He laughs, and aside from the raspy sound of it and the coughing that follows, it's a sound of pure joy. She did it. She smiled. She listened to him and adjusted and even if he can't be sure how much of her is there or is going to come back, she is here.

He could cry. He could cry from happiness if it wouldn't make a whole mess of himself.

She rises up, done with all this, and he decides that's fair. He gets up too, going to grab the bow and arrows and everything else he left out of the water. With it slung back on, he starts back for the city.

Back and forth... I know... but I want to... get you something... to wrap that hand... conceal you... a little...