"Knowing that water comes from rivers, and most rivers in mountains are fed by snowmelt, I think it is, idiot." Her retort has less bite than it could have - she's more amused at that degree of idiocy right now than exasperated by it. Exercise is putting her in a better mood, making her quiet again as she sinks her feet into the sands and feels the swell of the waves as they break over her shoulders, lifting and nudging her body forward, her arms treading water to keep her in place.

The sea is something that had awed and frightened her when she first arrived here. By now, it's almost intoxicating as a symbol of how different - how immersed - she can pretend to be in this life. This fragile, effervescent existence.

Reiner will always remind her of that. She appreciates him for it.