Water shot from her mouth in a brutal, body-racking convulsion.
She gasped. Coughed. Gasped again.
Kael twisted her onto her side as far as she could go with his leg still anchored in between hers.
One strong hand rubbed steady circles on her back as she choked and wheezed, fighting to breathe.
Kael: I have her. I am half dead on a rock and need immediate assistance.
"Breathe, Guinevere. I've got you."
Her eyes fluttered open in the midst of the coughing, finding his.
Her hair was frozen.
He frowned, noticing the gold surrounding him was not surrounding her and she was shaking from the cold.
He shoved flame into her, something he'd never done. Different than calling it.
Her body answered, then flickered. So he pulled her against his chest, arm locking around her.
