Gilded Bay the depths are calling

when the man left the water and turned, their gazes met. slowly, govinda began to step forward, each movement deliberate, his eyes not leaving the other's face, even as water left the dark body in cool sheets. finally, he stood a few paces away, head cocked slightly in question.

why? he asked simply. it's cold, he added rhetorically, watching how he shivered. govinda blinked, nonplussed by the bizarre interaction. he was mostly concerned about the stranger's health. physical and mental.