Fortunately, Felix isn't left waiting long. Sänger's taken a habit of trying to clean up the beach a bit, but he quickly drops his net aside in order to assist the struggling lad. Thankfully, concern outweighs the urge to marvel at how handsome he is.

"Okay, just-- give me a moment..."

Figures a net that huge could scoop up a person - but Sänger can't lift the net with Felix in it. With a slight click of his tongue over how troublesome this situation is, he starts the meticulous task of untangling Felix from the mess of netting. Gloved hands work skillfully but carefully, fingers often slipping between the net's strands to make sure that if anything pulls where he's trying to loosen it, it pulls on his own hand first. Hopefully. He also does his best to avoid touching Felix more than necessary for his safety - a loud (distressed?) person like this might not want anything like that.

"Are you injured, sir?"

Pink eyes flick back up briefly to meet Felix's own when he asks the question, but then returns his gaze to what he's working on. Like this, the sunlight glinting off the waves can sometimes make the patch of iridescent scales on his cheek more noticeable.