[Tell her. How? This isn't something she can understand from language classes at the Little Palace. These are the nooks and crannies that only one completely immersed may see. Even if he does somehow manage to explain, it will always be strange to her. She'd been wary of it — afraid enough to try and lure him here and see for herself that his heart still beat and his body still worked like it should. ]
The water... [ Again, he fumbles. ] It knew. About me.
[ The water had delighted his toes and felt like an embrace. He'd heard of visions, sometimes, from others, when Djel spoke to them, strange dreams or spirits, but how to express that he hadn't thought he'd have the privilege? What was this, if not the spirit of life, reaching to him? ]
[ But that sentence probably doesn't make any sense to her, even if she might've heard it in perfect Ravkan. Matthias changes tracks, as he lets her hand go and puts on his shirt, to give himself something to do. Then, ]
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The water... [ Again, he fumbles. ] It knew. About me.
[ The water had delighted his toes and felt like an embrace. He'd heard of visions, sometimes, from others, when Djel spoke to them, strange dreams or spirits, but how to express that he hadn't thought he'd have the privilege? What was this, if not the spirit of life, reaching to him? ]
[ But that sentence probably doesn't make any sense to her, even if she might've heard it in perfect Ravkan. Matthias changes tracks, as he lets her hand go and puts on his shirt, to give himself something to do. Then, ]
Did you go swimming?