Taber felt something strange in his chest. It wasn't the pressure; it wasn't the warmth; it wasn't the coolness of the water. It pulled him up, had him shake the water off of himself, made him walk over to Nathan. Taber was...angry? Yeah, he was angry. He felt hot, and all he could think of doing was gritting his teeth and shaking.
But it'd be rude, and there wasn't any point in doing that, so Taber set his paws on Nathan's shoulders instead. He'd have to apologize for that later, but Taber had reached his limit. "Nathan, what's going on?" he said slowly. "You should be telling the truth in this place, like us. But you're causing the air to get lighter, and maybe colder? And I'm definitely not tired and scared and confused and sick of lying all the time, and I definitely don't want some answers. Are you not scared of something?"
