[Either Noctis is being pulled in the lake or someone helps him, because he's not letting go of this fish. Brightening a bit with Hank deciding to come in and help him, turning his head to put his attention back on the water as he leans slightly one way and then the other, his fishing rod following the line, Noct only starts adjusting his feet once he feels that hand gripping the back of his jacket.

At last, an anchor.]

You can let go if it starts coming to that, a little water has never hurt me. Just pull me back slowly, I just need to get out of the mud and it hasn't been letting me get very far.

[Casting a short smile over his shoulder, then trying to free a boot while not giving up any inch of reel, Noct lets out a harder exhale as he starts to pull back on the pole again, taking one solid step back. No more of this muck, get him out of that.]