[She lifts her head from his shoulder and kisses him, more of that magic unintentionally passing to him, and when she pulls back, she has the glowing marks like feathers across her cheeks, dim but there.]

You ought to be. If you were not just drowning, I might kill you myself for it.

[There's a chirp from the tank behind him, and a splash as the whales resurface when the wind starts to die down.]

They were trying to keep you safe when I came in.