Sink or Swim

I watch, mortified, as Nuarthan walks past my hiding place on the dry ground above. By some miracle, he doesn't find my footprints. Some tracker you are. Waist-deep in icy water, flaming face shielded by reeds, I release my held breath as he leaves. My embarrassment, blessedly, shall be witnessed only by the frogs.

I climb out of the water, begin to wring my dripping hair when—

"There you are, Princess. Fancied a swim?"

I gasp and spin. It's Nuarthan, damn him. "I won't go back."

"I know." He offers his hand, black eyes glittering. "I'm here to help." 

NOTE:

Written for The Prediction. This week’s challenge words were embarrass, miracle, and reed.