[ She stares at him as if he's grown a second head. He touches her too much as it is without doing so half-clothed, puritanical sensibilities and a general fear and distrust of being close to others combining together. Heat begins to burn up the back of her neck, that panic that overtakes her at times. She has to stop it before her symbiote reacts and spreads it like a disease... She has to remember again the confidence that Ren had shared with her, the easy slice through the water. She can do it too if she can just practice the motions, match up her body's muscle memory to his. Once she has body and mind in sync, the fear will go for good. She knows. She believes.
Her look is still sullen from beneath her own wet hair, but she slowly reaches out and takes his hands, moving into a floating position. The water that close to her nose and mouth bothers her, but she purses her lips and very pointedly does not react to it. ]
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Her look is still sullen from beneath her own wet hair, but she slowly reaches out and takes his hands, moving into a floating position. The water that close to her nose and mouth bothers her, but she purses her lips and very pointedly does not react to it. ]
I won't... sink...
[ Probably. ]