Haizea trots back next, absently licking the remains of the juice of the grindyen she ate earlier off her fingers and palm. She also gives Gyre a quick once over, thinks ‘nice’ but then is utterly distracted by the ramifications of him being soaking wet.

“Wait a second, Gyre, did you go swimming? Is there somewhere to swim in this bizarro world??” Garrot is absolutely right, Haizea wants to swim so bad now.