Ocean's Breath Plateau how long can you hold your breath?

she arched a dark brow but said nothing. paws beginning a slow trek, erzulie circled languidly to the right of the man. she did not wish to offend, nor assume; some cowl of unseen, blackened feeling lay over him, the harlot felt. how could such a thing be mitigated without first moving beyond flesh?
now spoke the loa in low murmurs she herself could barely here. there was a catharsis to her craft rarely employed, and though he was a man, there was nothing in his bearing to yet suggest a threat. she was intrigued by his actions at the water, implored by whatever sundering she only half-sensed.
keeping her two-toned gaze trained upon him, erzulie's expression lit with some humour. "i can quench dat t'irst." now she ceased the movement of her limbs, nearer the man than before, offering some measure of vulnerability in this moment. "clear de shadows from your mind."
the mintglow eyes lifted to his own in silence.