Gyrfalcon's Keep moored

"Hmm, must have been the low light then," She teased with a soft hum as she ducked herself beneath the waters, giving almost a relieved sigh at the sensation of the water cutting over her. It was cold, but, the sea waters she'd grown up frolicking in were rarely warm. She shook her coat when she emerged from the water, watching him for a moment. She gave a laugh, voice warm and almost fond as she chastised him. "You're hopeless, aren't you?" She approached him again before leaning in, beginning to groom the back of his neck and scruff. 

She was methodical as she made sure his coat was clear - debris and lesser feathers being returned to the water to let them fall where they would. She wasn't worried about the muck, knowing that every time she cleared some of his fur anything she removed would end up used by some other lifeforms - and hey, maybe some bird or fish would find use for what they cast off.