Dan finds himself first pulled up from the waves by the feel of something small and warm against his side. Cat his mind supplies, and he's never been so grateful for the mild to medium meddling of Marcus's ward and her-- familiar. Opening his eyes only confirms Salem huddling against him as if trying to warm him.

This is not a bad hallucination, as they go.

And Dan is willing to think this until he hears a voice-- he hears Marcus and he startles up, trying to move forward only to be kept in place by the chain. The iron loop around his neck cuts into his skin again, and Dan isn't too proud to admit he whines.

"Marcus?"

Oh god, oh god, he thinks. Be real.

"Marcus." He doesn't try to plead with him to leave. No, Marcus is here and he's clearly capable, and Dan wants to go with him. He gathers Salem to his chest, shivering.