She blows up her face to dislodge the soap bubble that is frothed on her nose. Watching it float away in a brief moment, laughingly distracted by it as Magni teased her. Idle as she wriggled, pressing back into her hand. Mistaking it for a bracing gesture and somewhere comfortable to lean.

The roll startles her. Her mouth slipping open in a gasp. Oh God, it feels better than she thinks it should. Squirming almost instantly in her lap, her fingers squeezing her shoulder as she tries to settle afterwards. Not to any avail. Her lips together, humming, and looking down between them, their bodies swimming in distortion between the water. She rolls back in turn - as if - as if it would not be so strong this time. That it only caught her so deeply because it was off guard.

It isn't, it isn't, and she pants a sharp breath. Looking up with it dazing in her eyes. Unable to ask for more, but wanting it so.