Drawing up, Magni inhales and lists closer to Rani, slides her hand up over her ribs, and hesitating before drawing it away so she can roll the soap between her hands to produce a creamy lather, and setting the soap on a dish on the side, and—

just keeps rolling the lather in her hands, before bringing her hands to settling on Rani's back, smoothing up over her shoulderblades, inadvertently drawing her closer. Inhales shakily, and leans into it, resting their foreheads together. Just breathing, tracing patterns into the suds on Rani's back.

"When I was in the water," she says, very softly, "the cold dragged at me. My arms felt heavy and breathing was—"

A little shake of her head. "I thought of you, and I could keep moving."