After pulling Soren out of the water, it was obvious that he was unconscious.
They dragged him farther onto solid ground, and another knight quickly stepped in, placing Cael's robe back over his shoulders to protect him from the cold and Cael barely noticed as his eyes never left Soren.
A few steps away, Alaric stood still with his mind in chaos. He couldn't make sense of what he was seeing because Cael, who had always lived for his own pleasure and someone who had never cared for anyone except Torin in the past was kneeling in the snowy mud, desperately trying to save a commoner's life.
Soren wasn't breathing.
Without stopping to think, Cael bent down and pressed his lips to Soren's while forcing air into his lungs letting the closeness didn't bother him in the slightest. Rank, pride, and status meant nothing now. Even as his body shook from the cold, Cael kept going while breathing for Soren again and again, as if nothing else in the world mattered.
