pure sweet violent hearts

I AM HADES

Bhreac watched as Riordan pushed off into deeper water, and immediately started flailing about. Bhreac had figured he'd ask for some sort of advice or instruction before kicking off, but well, that was males for you. Not at all prone to asking for directions. Even Bhreac, with limited experience with males outside of her family, knew that.

She swam out to meet him, (literally) dog-peddling beside him and nudging his shoulder as best she could with her nose without dipping below the water herself, meant as a grounding gesture to try and calm any sort of panic. He hadn't sunk yet, so he was at least sort of swimming, she figured.

"Ease up," Bhreac said. "You'd be swimming if you stop wigging long enough to notice." Or, at least, she hoped he was swimming, because otherwise he was pretty shit out of luck, as Bhreac was likely not large enough to rescue his body from the water, and she figured killing a potential pack-mate would be frowned about. "Just watch out for the sea monster," she added, for good measure.