[ Yes. Okay. Well. Breathing is one thing, but Philip has reason to doubt that this actually equates to Daniel being all right. ]

Dan-- Daniel?

[ His staring off into a distance far, far away is concerning. ]

Hey, are you--

[ His splashing is downright alarming.

Philip would steady him, but there's only so close he can get without his tentacles doing a lot more harm than good.

Instead he frowns, hovering by Daniel's side until it seems he's joined this particular reality again.

Philip breathes (or "breathes") a sigh that wants to be relief, but only ends up coated in yet more worry. ]

Can you...

[ He waves his hand in front of Daniel's face. That's a tried and true medical technique, after all. ]

Still with me?

[ His eyes dart around the surface. Not exactly brimming with places to sit down and rest for a moment.

...Oh, unless you're counting that buoy over there. Why yes, of course there is a buoy. Why wouldn't there randomly be a buoy? Really now.

Philip turns towards it. ]

Let's... just get you fixed up and swim back, okay?