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She moves quickly, hopping to find a place to make do by the lake. It is when she finds someplace to sit that he begins to wade into the lake, moving with an uncharacteristic grace as to not toss up too much of the water and end up accidentally splashing the lady nearby. A silent kindness that he would not grant for many others. She was special, in that way.
All'a them? Who am I to ya? He scoffed with a faux roll of his eyes, smirk tugging at his face. Just you, princess. Reckon I might try n' see who else'd actually have the balls to take a dive, though. Freezin' 'n here, he laughed. Warmth bloomed within him, providing some sort of temperature regulation, afterall. I mean, he joked, now. Nah, it's perfectly lovely in 'ere, come try, huh? Though he knew she wouldn't be the type to try.
And he was perfectly fine with that. Barrett was content with simply watching her linger by the lake, with making easy conversation while he swam. Was there a better way to be? He didn't think so.