Daneel clings to Ned out of reflex while he chokes and sputters on a mouthful of seawater. He breathes, hard, feeling sick; salt sits uneasily on the stomach, he's discovering.

"There is water in my nose," he tells Ned -- which is probably besides the point, but it's uncomfortable and it stings and it feels like his head is full of salty water. "I don't believe I'm injured."

He just got saved. He might have been able to right himself, but he knows he can't swim. Daneel looks at Ned in astonishment and gratitude. "Ned. Thank you."