A native?

I feel strong hands grab my arm and drag me through the current, a flash of gold and the blubbing froth of the current around me.

"Stop fighting it and let me drag you", I hear a voice distorted by the water yell. Well aware of my questionable judgement at this point I let myself be pulled from the river and collapse on the shore sputtering, attempting to regain control of my breathing. My leg... feels wrong and my head is spinning with disorientation from the rapids but I hear a voice that cuts through my inner confusion behind me.

"Well shit" I hear a surprisingly feminine voice behind me.

I slowly turn and see, her. She is a brunet with olive skin standing six feet tall wearing wet revealing athletic clothes and piercing green eyes.

"Can't trust you to take care of your self from here with a busted leg" She walks over to me, squat so she's eye level with my sleeping form and looks me straight in the eye.

"What were you thinking attempting to swim in those waters!"

"I didn't want to, I fell from the trail system into a ravine upstream I think. Thank you for saving my life" I reply.

"Well, I can't take care of your injury here but I should have supplies back at my hut to examine and brace your leg. I'm going to need to carry you."

"I can handle myself..." I start to protest and attempt to stand but am cut off by excruciating pain in my leg.

She sighs, "Like I said, I'm going to have to carry you."

Before I can process what's going on feel pain briefly as I'm pulled briefly to my feet and thrown over her shoulders in a fireman's carry her arm sliding on my thigh to grab my good leg in place. I thank god that the coldness of the water as her grip barely avoids pinning my cock to my leg. My wet clothes cling to her back as she shifts me in place.

"Definitely a mainlander, no one wears these sorts of impractical clothes around here" She snorts as she begins to carry me back to her place.