Larksong Grotto We are thankful for our iron lung

He kicked and flailed underneath the water like a drunken fish. Surely, he sent a cascade of droplets in his wake as random limbs clumsily breached the surface. How different it was now, swimming with joy as opposed to his last foray into the lake -- a suicide attempt. At the time, Reek believed it to be his cowardice to thank for drawing him away from the water that day, but now he knew it had been the hand of Raas. The Lord was not done with him yet.

With his eyes opened like slits under the water, Reek could see Zaavier slinking away. He gave chase, but could not stay under the water for long. He returned to the surface like a breaching submarine, and as he did, he spit a mouthful of water at his retreating subordinate.