[ The thing is, Rafa doesn't recognise him at first. He's face down in the sand, and his scent is not the scent Rafa remembers. There's a familiarity to it, but it's not the same, and he's already assaulted with all the scents of a new world. It means he's not prepared, not at first. He just sees the body sprawled out on the sand, and with an irritated huff, he stops beside it.
Personally, he landed in the water. His (very) good suit is soaked through, his hair is plastered to his head, and the sunglasses on his face aren't sitting quite straight. He'd been lucky to get them on at all, and his skin still feels singed from the moments before he managed it. He stops by the boy in the sand, and reaches to put a cool hand on his shoulder. ]
Come. We cannot stay here, we must move towards the city. This sun will be too hot even for you.
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Personally, he landed in the water. His (very) good suit is soaked through, his hair is plastered to his head, and the sunglasses on his face aren't sitting quite straight. He'd been lucky to get them on at all, and his skin still feels singed from the moments before he managed it. He stops by the boy in the sand, and reaches to put a cool hand on his shoulder. ]
Come. We cannot stay here, we must move towards the city. This sun will be too hot even for you.