It was a few desperate seconds as Cerilaine's lungs spasmed, sucking on empty air in her mouth. She wasn't nearly drowning yet, but she certainly felt close to it, her heart beating loud in her chest.
The beating only soared when Cerilaine was scooped up.
Maybe it was the sense of life or death. Maybe she was delirious without air, maybe the sense of touch took her by surprise, but her head filled with helium and she nearly felt like she could fly. Seconds drew on, and the images blurred by, the pressure of the sea lifting off at an alarming pace.
And, her head flew up. Breathing in hard, the leopard greedily sucked in air, coughing out once she got her fill. Never did cave air feel so welcoming, like an ice cold salvation compared to the warm waters of Leo. It shot through her throat and she shut her eyes, sighing out as she brought her breathing back into rhythm.
"Thank you," she sighed out, not squirming out of Indigo's arms at all. "You're-- so fast. I thought I could last a little longer." She huffed out a half-laugh, twisting back to look at her companion.
She watched for a moment, her eyes round and adoring. Eventually, gently, her voice returned. "That was beautiful." And it was- she could drown down there, for all she cared, lost in the beautiful colors of the sea. And this being lived down there!
Taking in a deep breath, Cerilaine continued to watch, her back legs barely treading water. She would memorize this face, this being, the person who showed her the wonders of the ocean. For a moment more, she was quiet again, before her faint eyebrows furrowed. She didn't know Indigo's name, and Indigo didn't know her's, and yet here they were. Cerilaine, in her arms, saved from death by bliss.
And she couldn't even think of how to ask her name.