I pull Ylya along with one arm while moving the other to swim. Ylya also holds onto me firmly, beating one of her arms in the water so we can swim together. When we were swimming alone, we barely moved from the spot.
But now, with the two of us, we have the strength to finally move properly. However, this only lasts a little while, and soon swimming feels heavy. Ylya is becoming a weight for me, and I'm becoming a weight for her because of the water's absurd viscosity.
'So... hot...' My movements slow down. I realize the distance from the lake's edge to here seems to have doubled, making it feel like we're farther away than when we started.
"Dammit!! DAMMIT!!... She... she's toying with us..." I say, exhausted. I stop swimming; it's obvious it won't work, and trying to swim just wastes what little strength we have left.
