It does take him a moment, between treading water and holding the edge of the bank, for that sense of being not alone to return to him. He twists around to look again for somebody there, his expression torn between mild embarrassment for his anxiety, and undeserved anger for anyone who may actually be there.

Then he sees her, and it all sort of... goes.

It's hard to be angry at someone for being in the forest when they look like they're supposed to be a part of it.

"I thought I saw someone moving before, but you're camoflaged!"

He calls across to her, legs still swaying in the water.