[se] watching in slow motion

In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream
It's like a million little stars spelling out your name

It was not, perhaps, the smartest thing that Raelyn had ever done, but for the gods' sakes, this was her home, the cart driver her neighbor. If she wasn't willing to help in such a situation, then what good was she?

So in she went, thanking all the gods that she was a strong swimmer. Beneath the water was oddly quiet given the tumultuous storm raging above, but it was almost impossible to see: the pounding rains had stirred up all manner of sediment and debris, and Raelyn propelled herself to the surface once more to see if she could locate the drowning man. As the river dragged him down, Rae swam closer, reaching out to see if she could just -

There!

She managed, somehow, to grab the man's arm and haul him to the surface. She tried to tread water as she contemplated which shore was closer, but the river's current, swollen by the rains, swept them faster and faster along the banks. Raelyn grabbed the man under one arm and kicked as though her life depended on it - which it did. If she managed to get sucked under now, she'd drown right alongside the cart driver, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

You gotta come on, come on, say that we'll be together
Come on, come on, little taste of heaven

Raelyn