[ As they drag themselves onto the beach, dripping and exhausted, Viktor becomes heavier without the saltwater carrying more of his weight than Ciri. She hooks an arm around his middle again, staggering free of the waves, and then there's sand. Wet sand, sea foam, and Viktor collapsing beside her. Ciri goes down with him.
The coughing is mostly expected. The blood isn't.
Ciri stares at the pinkish-red foam until the next wave washes it away. Then, she just stares at Viktor for several more seconds, both of them on all fours until, without a word, she shakily pushes herself to her feet again. Gripping Viktor's upper arm, Ciri tries to leverage him up as well. ]
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The coughing is mostly expected. The blood isn't.
Ciri stares at the pinkish-red foam until the next wave washes it away. Then, she just stares at Viktor for several more seconds, both of them on all fours until, without a word, she shakily pushes herself to her feet again. Gripping Viktor's upper arm, Ciri tries to leverage him up as well. ]