Pyrrha watches Daniel, highly amused and only slightly showing it. His justifications demonstrate some doubt about the maturity of his decisions, but Pyrrha isn't Daniel's mother. They're peers, and she only just walked out of the ocean. If he has some lingering doubts about the maturity of her choices, fair, but it hardly makes her more than a drunken support after a bar crawl.

"Very normal," Pyrrha deadpans, "Very responsible."

Let Daniel read into that how he wishes. Pyrrha squeezes his shoulder and leads the way to the rest of her stuff. A long swim is no place to be weighed down unnecessarily, nor for awkward clothes to tangle her up.

Oh but adult friends are so much fun.