"You could say that." Sven accepted Rose's hand gratefully, pushing himself to his feet with her help. He stole the opportunity to shake her hand while it was still gripped in his, giving her a nod before joining her in squinting into the depths beneath their feet.

"Something slightly cooked, now. Emphasis on the slightly...I think I mostly just pissed it off."

Granted, his priority had been to get to the surface, and he'd succeeded in that goal. He probably boiled that tentacle good and proper, but the rest of the beast is still down there. A sudden panic gripped Sven and he looked around, water flicking out of his hair as he turns. Thankfully, he saw that neither the Petals of Nil nor his helmet had sunk. He retrieved the weapon and put his helmet back on, not willing to risk another almost-drowning if/when the thing surfaces again.