It was only moments ago that she had been terrified that these past few moments would be her last, and by some stretch of fate, they'd almost wrangled free of perishing at sea. Though, Rowan thought as she reached up to her chest to clutch at her mother's jade pendant, perhaps it was merely retribution for the broken jade dragon all those months ago? If that were the case, then so be it. She was alive; barely breathing, but still alive as she lay sprawled across what used to be a ridiculously lavish ballroom floor and staring up at the ceiling.

She caught his eyes and watched his gaze as it travelled across her body. After having him quite literally tear her coat off of her, she felt this didn't warrant nearly enough to make her blush, and she returned back to staring at the ceiling. If he wanted to make a comment about the state of her he barely had any ground to stand on.

What actually came out of his mouth made her laugh; half out of the sheer exhilaration of escaping not one but two flooding rooms, and half out of amusement that that was among the first things he'd thought of. "Really," she laughed again. "I don't think that's necessary, Malfoy." Though they would cost very little to replace in contrast to what he had probably spent on his discarded waistcoat, Rowan would not be sorry to see these clothes go. If it weren't for the fact that she had to check back in and appear somewhat decent, she would have seen them lost at sea long ago.

She looked at him, still breathing heavily and gingerly sat up. The stitch in her side was slowly fading. "That's kind of you, but..." What else was she supposed to say? Worry about yourself? Don't worry about me? All those things she would have said had he not just freed her from being drowned and crushed. Most replies that came to her died before they could reach her lips and she looked down. "You're bleeding."

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