#elsewhere

"Right..."

"Wade, help Symon?"

Wade does so

"Oh that young man must be dead ..." the mortal says

"We can't leave him either way."

THey hook the rope around the arm

Dagmar works on hauling in the line.

(Dagmar's strength plus Symon's crafts!)

/roll 6 str

(Actually that's enough on it's own)

So .... she pulls and pulls, wade helps lift him up, and the guy comes up. Seemingly dead

and yet his mein is intact

Frown.

Her brain turns over First Aid Lessons with Chief.

"Gotta try to get him breathing..." She checks for a pulse.

Weak thread bare

/roll 6

Symon tries to think of how to do first aid in this situation. After all, he's a med student, but his mind goes blank. Turn your head and Cough? Wait, no, THAT'S not right.

"Uh." He adds helpfully.

"Sorry?"

Fairly contritely to the sidhe, his condolences.

Something IS throwing SYmon off, the guy should be DEAD already. He... he may have just hurt him instead of saved him but he's alive .. kind of, or the troll soul would leave

He tries pounding the guy on the back, but he might just be slapping a pre-corpse around.

The sidhe gasps "Stop it, you're killing my thane!"

"What's a thane?" the mortal woman says confused

"Get us to land." Dagmar tries rescue breathing. The brain needs air first. She knows this.

Wade nods "I could litterally explode from worry now" as they make their way then he says "Would March April and May help?"

"Probably, yeah." Breath, breath, count.

Symon just looks confused by the Pooka.

But, he takes up one of the oars, and helps row as best he can.

Breath, breath. "Spring, Sy."

Breath.

In theory, the breaths might force the water in his lungs to expell.

"That's Sylvi's department." He responds quietly. A glance towards Wade.

Wade sighs and sprinkles water over the troll

"In the name of the Bother, some fun, and some guy's face on toast" Wade says

"What the hell is going on..." The mortal woman says

"Poverty... would you help calm the woman?"

Poverty nods, then touches the woman and whispers something symon might hear. The woman blinks and smiles

He listens a bit.

"The person you hate most is dying like they deserve" she whispered

He smirks approvingly.

And the troll gasps, the winter magic that froze him to keep him from drowning undone. water comes out of his mouth

And Symon realizes he should slap the guy on the back

He does!

And scowls, thinking winter? I should have realized... "Good thing I'm only in school to be a doctor to corpses."

With Symon's help, the troll comes up. He's about the sidhe's age and she moves to him. Things are WAY crowded now

"Try not to shake the boat." He murmurs to Dagmar, "Where's our pickup point?" Aiming the rudder to at least drop the mortal off at the nearest dry land.