"Oh-- yes, yes I think so-- are you sure you don't need help? I'm a very good swimmer." Even with a broken arm? Maybe not, he doesn't know, he's never had an arm stay broken before. It's always just, healed.

He's very concerned about this.

"I'm so-- I'm so sorry," he murmurs, and keeps murmuring every time he runs out of something to say, as if his voice might fall off and die if he didn't constantly have something coming out of it.

"I'm coming with you, there might be someone still there, we can't leave anyone behind!"