[Crowley groans, briefly incapable of giving a reply because he's too busy coordinating all his goddamn limbs into getting himself to shore, stumbling a little on the snow towards Ellie. Fuck, she's so small. Is that a thing, with being cold? Or is it better to be small, something about surface area?
He's never had to worry about this shite before.]
It bit me. Wish I could bloody — [Bite back, except that's not the sort of thing to say in polite company. He makes an inarticulate noise of frustration, looking around with a shake of his head. His hair is plastered to his head, a few strands in his eyes that he doesn't have the energy to push away.] Moving's good, yeah? We ought to move.
[Better than standing around to see if whatever was in the lake is going to follow them out.]
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He's never had to worry about this shite before.]
It bit me. Wish I could bloody — [Bite back, except that's not the sort of thing to say in polite company. He makes an inarticulate noise of frustration, looking around with a shake of his head. His hair is plastered to his head, a few strands in his eyes that he doesn't have the energy to push away.] Moving's good, yeah? We ought to move.
[Better than standing around to see if whatever was in the lake is going to follow them out.]