"I'm fine."

Quentin says as he picks a direction and starts to swim. They were in complete darkness and the water was unpleasantly cold so every moment spent waiting was time wasted.

"You'll feel a tug on the rope, swim toward it."

Quentin calls as he feels his hand brush against stone, he feels up and finds a lip and works on scrambling ontop of it. He was already exhausted since he was still wearing his pack, his clothes were drenched, and the water had taken the breath from him. But that doesn't stop him from dragging himself out of the water and tugging on the rope connecting him to his compatriots.