[The delay is worrisome, moments stretching long before Simon finally resurfaces just a handful of feet away. Relief unravels within Markus almost immediately, moving to swim towards him — thankfully, his own crash into the water was without injury — brow furrowed deep as he assesses his friend in a hurried manner.]

I’m fine, don’t worry— [Droplets gem across his face, the both of them (obviously) soaked to the not-bone. A quick glance upwards at the cliff they had just thrown themselves off of, though there’s no hide nor hair of their pursuer.]

Come on, let’s get out of the water.

[Another lingering look at Simon, making sure he’s really in one piece as he says, before making towards the shore. Once there, and if Simon has little trouble following, Markus hefts himself up on land, clothes sticking to his form. He offers Simon a hand up, shaking his head slightly.]

Not the most graceful escape, but definitely one of the swiftest I’ve ever made. Giant dinosaurs will do that.