She coughed some more, feeling the burn of the salts all the way down her throat. Half-perching on his leg, she rubbed at her eyes and said, “Need to get to where I can stand.” She batted his hand away, not wanting to sneeze or spit on him as she tried to get the taste out of her mouth.
“Want me to heal you?” he murmured with concern then, the amusement quickly melting out of the moment as he regarded her with narrowed eyes. Tensing at the light tap to his hands, he stepped back, wondering what was happening. “…Summer?”
She couldn’t tread water and cough, so she kept trying to balance herself on him. “Shore, please, Isaac.”