Grace trudged out of the water, her soaked robes clinging to her skin like they'd been glued there.
Her legs wobbled with each step, threatening to give out after what she'd just been through—apparently, defeating a water goddess with her hips was excellent exercise.
"Grace!"
Diana sprinted toward her, sword still in hand. Behind her, Petriel followed at a more dignified pace, supporting a very bedraggled Meridian who looked like she'd been dragged backward through a whirlpool.
"You made it!" Diana grabbed Grace's shoulders, scanning her up and down for injuries. "And... you're not a fish. That's good."
"Yeah, thanks for the vote of confidence," Grace muttered, wringing water from her hair. It splashed onto the sand in an impressive puddle. "I'm fine. Just tired. And wet. I don't even wanna see water again for at least a year."
