She had a nice, remarkably leisurely swim, though she did swim rapid laps before heading once again for the shore to bask. She gave a very full-body set of stretches, before looking up at the sky with a laugh and turning sidelong towards Ilphyl and hearing the question.

"Brisk. Wintry, clear. The first taste of ocean after the length of time I spent in holds and barracks in chains."

She looked skyward and let out a short, sharp bellow. She stretched once more before settling down once again and looked back to Ilphyl. "Apologies. I find that the open air of winter is the right place to express the deep feelings that one carries."