Floyd didn't suspect anything when Grim ran to him frantically without you by his side. The beastie had a habit of running off and getting into trouble. The look of panic on his face should've given it away.

Grim wasn't specific about what happened— or maybe he was and Floyd was too far gone to realise it. You hit your head, passed out, and fell into the water. From the way Grim spoke, it sounded like Floyd still had time before it was too late.

He couldn't remember the sprint there, only that it might've been the fastest he'd ever run. Before he knew it, he was diving into the water and looking around for you frantically. He'd be faster in his eel form, but... Dammit, of all the times he actually remembers to take his potion. It's not the time to think about that though. How deep would they be by now- No no no, think of the current. Where is it headin'?

Dammit Shrimpy, where are ya— There. In the corner of his eye, a form drifting. He was there in an instant. Floyd was almost afraid he'd hurt you with how tight his grip was, pulling you up to the surface. "C'mon, wake up wake up wake up. You're alright, right? All good now. C'mon Shrimpy, just open your eyes f'me."