Dejah emerges from the changing room in just a few minutes, wearing a sheer robe that only descends to mid-thigh. The tattoos on her face are echoed in similar markings down her shoulders, back, and arms, across her chest, down her hips and both thighs. She looks a bit trepidatious, but not shy. Simply unsure of the situation, not herself.

"You look like you've done this before." She makes her way to the stairs and takes her first steps down into the water, her eyes wide and her hands outstretched to the plane of the water, even though she knows it is not a solid surface.

"Sweet Issus, this is astounding." She descends cautiously until the water is at her waist. Her gaze moves to him, and she smiles, like a kid on Christmas morning. "It feels so strange!"