He can't help but stare at her for a moment or two, as though she might vanish again as quickly as she arrived. As though he's not sure she's real.

He's been feeling that a lot, lately. But he shakes himself a little, and grips her arm.

"Yes," he agrees, tugging her along. "It's not very deep, but we'll need to get back to camp to get warm again." The water is freezing, and he doesn't need her catching cold in addition to everything else.

"Maker's breath," he mutters as the far bank approaches. "How long have you been here?"