Neverwinter Forest I'm an accelerant, baby

Caerus wouldn't get much of a response from Jackalope, who'd sucked in a bit of water after having had his head clocked against a stone, and it trickled out of his mouth slowly as he was dragged from the water. His half-closed eyes revealed just a glimpse of his silvery irises, but no emotional content, no realization of the fact that he'd nearly been dragged under a current he couldn't possibly have fought, or the fact that he'd been rescued. He did not flinch when Caerus bellowed into one of his ears, and continued to stare off into his eyelids, over the swollen bridge of his muzzle. 

His head and tongue lolled as he was shoved over onto his back, and his legs flopped uselessly to the side gracelessly, slightly bent at the knees and propped up on one side by a wet rock in the grass. When Caerus stepped onto his stomach, he folded slightly under the boy's weight, and shifted from side to side as his chest was kneaded. Insufficient force was used, though, to strike the water from his lungs and while the slow trickle from his mouth continued with each step Caerus took, Jackalope was still senseless as a wet rag.