Rhys was shocked at the strength of the woman who took his hand. She was stronger than most male Templars. The sudden jolt against his arm was enough to nearly pull it out of the socket, the current was so strong. Suddenly he saw a rope that seemed to be made of pure gold but his curiosity about it was cut off suddenly as the current nearly pulled him under. He quickly took hold of the rope. Hoped it would hold him.

When he was finally on the bank, he coughed out water for a few moments before he felt like he could nearly breathe properly. When he could finally speak - sort of - he coughed out a few words. "Maker." He looked at the woman. "Thank you."