Does it look like I'm in any condition to hassle you?

[Giving a half laugh even as he puts his attention back to the water, Noct tries to take another step back to get himself out of the mud, not entirely unaware of that momental pause Gladio had - something is on his mind, but he can't really place what. And now isn't really the time to think of it, with another lurch dragging him a couple of inches back into the mud and Noct thinks again that he's grateful his boots are waterproof.

He is filthy with mud at this point, and Gladio's extra muscle is going to be so good here.]

Pull me back, I just can't get out of the mud at this point. Every time I ease up, it takes the cue to run.