Kurt tries not to feel too much like a waterlogged cat as he gratefully takes the offered hand to pull himself out of the pool and into the cold- oh Gott in Himmel is it cold- air.

He rolls onto the stone ground. His fur isn't doing much to keep him warm as drenched as he is. There are some words muttered under his breath in some other language before he meets Zevran's eyes. "Where-?" he starts to ask, but the words are cut off by a slight shiver.

"Where are we?"