(offering sebastian an encouraging little wave of the backs of his freshly wetted fingers, voryn props his elbow on his knee and watches from a low angle.) We are to spend a week in this frigid place together and we have only just arrived... You may therefore take as many moments as you'd like.

(yeah, take your sweet, sweet time, baby.

while sebastian divests himself of his clothing, spells are chosen carefully and magicka cost is weighed. preservation will be key; if he should have to cast more than he suspected, it could be dangerous for him to go overboard here. he wants to help sebastian, which means that he must convince himself to offer him the maximum—thirty and sixty seconds a piece. these times sound short, but beneath the surface of the water, hugged by such a frightful cold, the duration will feel far longer.

he rises, pressing chilled fingers to his cheek.) Such a daring thing to do for a bit of sand. But they could be the grains to tip the scales in Zenith's favour. I gain two things from this dive, and they both take root in knowledge. Knowledge about these depths. Knowledge about you.

I enjoy learning new things, Sebastian.