Initially, his breath is somewhat wheezy, but as he's dragged up onto the shore and rolled, Sizhui coughs, sputters and expels what bit of water he did inhale— then drops down on his side. He lays there for a few long moments, unmoving, aside from the very faint lift in his shoulders signaling that he's still breathing.

Once he can do so, the smaller man shifts halfway upright, propped up on an elbow, the opposite hand raising to clutch the side of his head as he blearily takes in his surroundings. “Wha...?” a beat and, “Wh-what happened?”