[When the steady pull of the rope goes slack, there is the immediate flash of worry in Vander’s mind. Yet as he moves to pull it back, it slides out of the water with ease—and Dimitri’s shivering form soon follows, much to his relief. He lets the rope fall to the floor and looks him over, brows furrowed.]

So, maybe doable if we had some way to deal with the cold?

[Which, speaking of—]

Might be best to get you warmed up, though. Can’t imagine that’d been a pleasant swim.