[Her fingers tighten, and it's only thanks to the water that the way the tension turns her knuckles white is hidden, and her gaze lingers on him a moment, noting the way that his hair clings to his temple before she turns it to the culprit buried in the sand.]
What do you think it is?
[She'd get up, but she's just going to play it safe and remain right where she sits. That, and she doesn't want to irritate her foot any further while they're still in the pool.]
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What do you think it is?
[She'd get up, but she's just going to play it safe and remain right where she sits. That, and she doesn't want to irritate her foot any further while they're still in the pool.]
It looks like it's lost some of its lustre...