At the first sign that assured her he was behind her, Ro sighed a breathless sigh of relief, and continued to run. She was tempted to reach out a hand to take his, but it wouldn't do for her to lose either of her hands as they were already preoccupied with keeping her skirts up. As they ran through, she couldn't help but curse and be grateful for the magic that was aboard the ship. In one way, it might have helped with keeping the vessel afloat for longer than it normally would have for a muggle ship. But on the other hand, the fact that some rooms were holding in water with nary a leak until the doors were pried open, rooms not being where they should be...it had almost cost them their lives.

As soon as the door was just in front of her, Ro seized it and threw all her weight against it. She'd expected it to stick just as all the other doors had, but it gave way immediately and she gasped as she slid through with no other option but to cling to the handle for dear life as the rush of water propelled her forward. Ro stumbled at a sudden pressure at her waist and she fought to keep her legs underneath her. Almost as soon as the pressure appeared, it disappeared, and she looked around to see Malfoy as equally unsteady on her feet as she was.

With all the noise they had brought through with them — crates tumbling through, water bursting forth — Ro had registered an echo in the room that told her they had finally reached their destination. In all their haste to make it out of the pantry, it seemed that the bottom of the ship had caught on something and had come to a temporary rest.

Thank Merlin.

Relief washed over her, quick as the water behind them, and she released the door, staggering further into the ballroom where the water was thinner; rising slowly, but enough to give both of them a brief respite. She gave into the buckling of her knees and collapsed onto the ballroom floor, placing a hand on the ground as if it would offer her any sort of support whilst she clutched at a stitch in her side. At his question, she wordlessly nodded, wincing as her corset fought against her lungs.

Finally, she looked up at him from where she was, her eyes raking over his figure in search of injury. There was only one remaining wand between the two of them and he had it. He looked like hell; Ro could only imagine that she looked equally as bad, if not worse. His shirt clung to him, as did his pants, and he - both of them - were completely covered in bits of food and various cuts. He sounded winded, as one should after they've just kept a large cabinet off of someone, and Ro managed to find her breath to answer him: "I'm - I'm alright." she said, more to assure him that her next action (collapsing onto the floor and rolling onto her back) was out of exhaustion and not some grave injury.

"Just...just give me a moment."

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