There were no words for the wash of relief that rushed over Raylan at the sight of Tim on the sand in front of him and the steady stride he'd been working on busted out into a run. There was no energy for waving or yelling, or even being pissed off about them putting him in that position in the first place. Knees and legs already like jello from the climbing, stopping was ungracefully achieved by dropping into the sand next to him.

"We're both stupid sonvabitches you know that?" Even projecting that was a lot and Raylan shook his head. Mathis had no regard for their supplication, waves creeping up to beat at the inches of sand behind their feet and as though she was telling them to not dawdle, lightening struck a handful of yards away, the sound of it's crack deafiningly loud.

Raylan flinched back into action and pushed hastily to his feet to reach down and start dragging Tim up to his, throwing Tim's arm over his shoulder so he could help move them both right the hell along. "We gotta go!"