Stavanger Bay All this time

The waters did nothing to cool her temper; she continued to hold her breath enjoying the feeling of her lungs burning for air. She was not trying to drown she just wanted to test her self, test her own limits, test her own control over her own body in her own way. There was nothing she had control of in this life, not her path, not her body, not even her thoughts. Something had to give.

Something grabbed her and yanked her upwards out of the water, with out realizing it she gasped her air, taking in a mouthful of water just as her head broke the surface and a waved splashed her face.
The world crawled to a halt and she went limp, she knew this grip it still burned in her skin like a permanent brand upon a farmer's cattle.

Neiran didn't fight, she moved willingly with him and once upon shore she waited for release. She lowered her head below his and hacked and coughed up the mouthful of water he had caused her to take in.

What was that for? She croaked between coughs sparring him a glance and wishing to Freya she hadn't. His large form now soaked and matted on her behalf, was more silver then white now, the platinum tips clumping together, he almost seemed to glow. She sucked in a reflexive breath as her eyes took in his muscular chest his display of strength having just pulled her from the water like she was nothing but a mere bunny kit.
Nerain prayed to god was wasn't going to die right then, and her reflexive breath was now followed by more coughing and hacking, she threw up a small mouthful of salty water, Her prayer had been answered to a degree. She cleared her hoarse sore throat and winced. Nerian lifted her gaze to his and she waited for Ragnar to answer her question, thoroughly confused by his actions just now. More coughs threatening to tickle the back of her throat