Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

The moment that he cried out Catori whipped her head around, eyes wide. Catori moved through the water to press against his shoulder gently.  She wasn't sure if it was the temperature or the shock of it or maybe those cuts hurt more than she realized. He whipped his head to look back at his leg - bringing up a new possibility. 

She didn't see any snakes, expecting that they would avoid the bitter cold - she wondered what might have happened. "It's okay," She soothed gently, hoping that he might get more comfortable in a moment or two. "We can take our time, there's no rush."