"Magni," she seizes her with both her hands desperately slipping on her wet skin with her equally damp hands. Pressing their bodies together as tightly as she can.

Because she was wrong, she was wrong, it wasn't that if this didn't go anywhere. It was the damning knowledge of how she feels now. Where before it was heat, now it is flames. Her nerves searing inside of her skin. How was she supposed to know how to move away ever again, no thought to quiet herself, to let go, to ease back how her nails drag on steam-soft skin. Biting into her as her spine snaps straight, still, gasping, eyes screwed shut. No, she can't undo how this feels, how Magni had made her come so wholly apart. Like all her edges had unravelled, guttering against the wind, jumping to the closest surface as fire is want. All separated and not at all herself for how it escapes her.

Until she could stand no more, she sags down against her. Laying her head against her shoulder, utterly collapsed beyond movement. Her eyes still shut, her breath coming ragged as if she'd run a mile. Might have, her legs are shaking, below the water. Unable to lift herself even if she wanted too. But she doesn't, she doesn't want to separate even a part of them, wants to stay like this as long as she could.