-Prysage, Boundary Sea-
Andras forced himself not to take one last look at Reqiel before disappearing inside the compartment. He smiled to himself at the Angel haphazardly folded clothes - at least he was making an effort and not just leaving them strewn about.
The bathrobes were made of a flimsy material, he hadn't been paying attention to it while it was on Reqiel for various reasons but now that he put it on, he could see that it was clearly a material that would become sheer the moment it was wet.
Andras gritted his teeth and walked out of the compartment to find the pool perfectly still, Reqiel nowhere to be found, and it didn't seem like he had walked out of the cave either.
Andras felt his chest seize, while he had been contemplating Prysage bathrobe choices, Reqiel had been drowning… "Reqiel?" He called out reticently, in a manner that belied the fact that he didn't say the Angel's name often.