The man was, of course, prepared for the water. He dove under and swam, keeping one arm wrapped around the girls waist as he moved with ease towards the surface. When he noticed she had fallen unconscious, he picked up the pace, heading towards the edge and throwing her up over it. He followed after her, climbing out of the water and dragging her body further away from the water.<br/><br/>He stood over her, on all fours, watching her face with furrowed brows. He wasn't sure what she was, definitely didn't look like anything he'd ever seen before. A large hand waved over her face, seeing if she would react to the movement. Nothing. He stepped back, picking up an arm and watching as it dropped back to the ground with a thud. Hm. Strange. Was she dead?<br/><br/>He slapped her cheeks lightly, grunting in her face and waiting for any kind of response. When there was none, he sat back, studying her for a moment. It wasn't until he held out his hand that he realised something: His and hers looked the same. Well, somewhat similar. His own hands were much larger than hers. He picked her right one up, letting it sit in his own. His lips pouted and his expression showed his confusion.<br/><br/>Of course, he'd never seen himself and so, always assumed he looked like his brothers and family.