Unfortunately that nagging little voice, what some might call a conscience even, didn't rear its head until it was already too late. Shit. Shit! Were Kid's initial thoughts as the cold water snapped her out of her treasure-induced tunnel vision. She spied the shore between head-bobs, but it was Corrin's meek call for help that took priority.

Shit.

"Together!" she called out to Frisk, who she could tell was trying their best to help, as she tugged at Corrin's opposite wrist. "C'mon, we got ya!" They were simple words of reassurance, but she pulled at her friend to try and take most of the weight, while hopefully Frisk could lead the way while she concentrated on keeping them above the surface.