Her hair gets darker in the water, goes from platinum to more of a gold. She smiles and massages his scalp, fingers digging in but gently, hoping to allievate some of the pressure that remains. She presses close to him just out of habit.

"I'm sure she thinks she's helping. Somehow. I think she needs a friend so that she can stop focusing on you. Or maybe a pet. I can see her with a little songbird." Swann snorts a bit, then adds, "Or a parrot. You can teach it to speak and then she'll feel like you're always right there with her."