If her leg wasn't under attack, Daphne was sure that primal fear would have forced her to wrap herself around Jack Fritzera however possible. It was a good thing that adrenaline and the will to survive was blocking out all thoughts about impropriety and personal barriers. "No, I don't think," she began with some effort, she reached down into the water with one hand, her other arm still draped around Jack's neck.

As she patted, touched, grappled whatever was attached to her LEG NOW, Daphne tugged at some hair. There were arms wrapped around her entire leg. This didn't feel like a grindylow. And the EAR she had just pulled on was definitely human. "There is a...a..." she stammered and felt a naked shoulder. "A boy! Hugging my leg!"

......This was much worse than a Grindylow! Blushing furiously, Daphne shoved at the shoulders before grasping at the boy's hair. "What are you doing? Are you trying to DROWN?! If you don't come out I'll pull you out by the hair!"

Merlin, help her! She didn't need a dead boy attached to her thigh! A BOY ON HER THIGH! Feeling a little faint, she tightened her grasp on Jack, shaking her leg as he instructed her (not that she wasn't doing it already.). "Pull him ouuuut! He's going to drown! While still attached to me!"

Ew. Ew. Dead body on her person!