(ah shit sorry for not responding, my schedule for notebook is really limited during the weekdays)
Amato was lying half in the water still, eyes shut and barely breathing. He looked half dead, to put it lightly, his dark hair in a small, disastrous mop across his face and rings glinting dully in the light. His blindfold had been cut off when he had run into the rock that had knocked him out, unnaturally dark blood still trickling ever so slowly from the gash close to his hairline, almost deep enough to add to the scar already there across his eye. His pendant was miraculously still around his neck, and it floated gently with the current of the water he was still submerged up to his chest in