[Somewhere along the way, she lost Mat, his hand slipping from hers. She had turned a corner and before she could grasp her surroundings, she was kicking through the water, struggling to surface and choking for air. The surface had seemed elusive, but with enough flailing and grasping, she had finally gripped the sides of the pool and heaved herself up.
The fever left her disoriented and the cold made her frantic. Her clothes were sticking to her, freezing against her raw skin. Twists and turns stretched on endlessly. Finally exhausted, hurting and hardly able to breathe from the cold, Alicent sunk to the ground and curled into herself.
Surely Mat realized she was lost. Someone had to be searching for her. Someone must be coming. Someone.]
Water tunnels
The fever left her disoriented and the cold made her frantic. Her clothes were sticking to her, freezing against her raw skin. Twists and turns stretched on endlessly. Finally exhausted, hurting and hardly able to breathe from the cold, Alicent sunk to the ground and curled into herself.
Surely Mat realized she was lost. Someone had to be searching for her. Someone must be coming. Someone.]