LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Liam, in his haste to warm Maea, had forgotten that she'd probably inhaled a fair bit of water. When she reminded him, he winced and immediately jumped to action. "Right, of course, I'm so sorry -" It was easier with freshwater, which tended to be absorbed by the body; saltwater took longer, and in the process could be far more dangerous. He slipped his arm from her shoulders, turning towards her with a frown.
"I need to get behind you. This will probably be uncomfortable," he warned her as he maneuvered himself to kneel behind her. "Can you get on your knees?" When she'd gotten into position - with his help, if she needed - he wrapped his arms around her, clasping his hands against her stomach, and drove the combined fist in and up, aiming to force any water out.
"I need to get behind you. This will probably be uncomfortable," he warned her as he maneuvered himself to kneel behind her. "Can you get on your knees?" When she'd gotten into position - with his help, if she needed - he wrapped his arms around her, clasping his hands against her stomach, and drove the combined fist in and up, aiming to force any water out.
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
