[ By the time Ford surfaces, Ozpin is frowning down at him in open concern. Nothing severe— this has jarred loose the memory, too vivid, of Stanford dropping into a still and starry lake— but even so, he holds the lantern so that it catches on his startled little frown, and illuminates the flash of Ford's wet and askew glasses down below. ]
I'm here. Are you alright?
[ And, because he can place the eagerness of tone: ]
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I'm here. Are you alright?
[ And, because he can place the eagerness of tone: ]
What have you found?