[As their fingers thread together, Amelia tries to remain focused and in the present. Tries not to be aware of the unfamiliarity of his touch and the magic humming beneath her fingers, fresh from spellcasting. She takes a deep breath, hugging the box closer to her chest.
When Henry asks why he would opt out she answers honestly.]
I don't know.
[Her hand around his is oddly gentle.]
We're going in.
[And so she leads the both of them into the water. They glide on the surface at first and stop when in the middle of the blue moon's reflection. Since both of her hands are occupied, she uses one foot to press on the bottom of their bubble. The runes glow and they begin to sink beneath the water. It surrounds them but they remain dry and the air fresh as if they were on the surface.]
no subject
When Henry asks why he would opt out she answers honestly.]
I don't know.
[Her hand around his is oddly gentle.]
We're going in.
[And so she leads the both of them into the water. They glide on the surface at first and stop when in the middle of the blue moon's reflection. Since both of her hands are occupied, she uses one foot to press on the bottom of their bubble. The runes glow and they begin to sink beneath the water. It surrounds them but they remain dry and the air fresh as if they were on the surface.]