Pyrrha looks at the glowing water, beckoning them into the water. A gift and a siren song. She's done well so far, always safely coming back up, staying so much as possible within the illuminated passage. "It goes on a long ways," Pyrrha notes. "How experienced of a swimmer are you?"
Her attire makes her plans as clear as day. She doesn't pretend otherwise, but as much risk as she'll take herself, she tries to do right by other people, especially kids. Pyrrha turns to look him, noting the crutch and lack of a limp together. July was a hard month. Perhaps it was for him? She doesn't tell him to go home. It would only convince him to sneak out and go about things more dangerously.
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Her attire makes her plans as clear as day. She doesn't pretend otherwise, but as much risk as she'll take herself, she tries to do right by other people, especially kids. Pyrrha turns to look him, noting the crutch and lack of a limp together. July was a hard month. Perhaps it was for him? She doesn't tell him to go home. It would only convince him to sneak out and go about things more dangerously.