Arra had about three minutes worth of breath, she predicted. If she were a full vampire, she'd have a few more minutes, but she was still frustratingly only half. Her fingers and legs had gone numb because of the cold. She might have been crying, but she couldn't tell underwater.
Larten was preparing to go through with his plan. Three, two, one, push off! Nope, not fast enough. Go up for breath, one more time, one two three, push off. Nope. One two three, push off, and this time he can feel that he's fast enough and flits. The wall crumbles. The water rushes out, taking both of them with it. For a second, they just lay there were they had washed up, right outside the tunnel the river entered. Then Arra sat up, and Larten said, "I flitted!"
They were getting to their feet, when footsteps were heard heading down the tunnel towards them. Mika rounded the corner. "What did you do to my assistant?!" he roared after a second of awkward silence.
"W-what do you mean?" they both asked.
"Why are you both soaking wet, shivering, and why is she crying?"
Arra reached up and wiped some of the tears away. So you could cry underwater. Well, you learn something new every day. "Must be the shock," she reasoned.
"Shock of what? What the hell did he do to you?"
"Nothing, it was my stupid idea to show him the stupid tunnel, and the stupid landslide happened, and I couldn't swim because I'm stupid, and he's the reason we aren't corpses."
Mika took a second to put the pieces together. Meanwhile, Arra had turned to Larten.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry."
"No, I do. I wasn't any help."
"It's not your fault you can't swim."
"It's my fault I panicked."
"It isn't. I nearly did, and I could swim."
"Well, I'm sorry anyways." Then she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. He stood straight as a board, a deep blush creeping across his face. Then she pulled away. He cleared his throat awkwardly as Mika shot him a glare.