Just like that, they're back to the fountain, Credence distracted and Kira free to tease. "Yeah," he calls, weighting down his own clothes next to Credence's, covered against the breeze and passing fauna. "It's wet, too."

Before the canyon, Kira didn't do much outdoors. There wasn't an outdoors to explore, in the sense of forests and rivers. He knew how to swim, but he'd never been a barefoot boy in overalls or shorts, picking his way through the forest with sure, bare feet. He never sunned himself on rocks, never climbed them to overlook a waterfall and its clear pool.

He's someone else here. As cruel and separating as the place is, that isn't always a horrible thing.

"You'll get used to it," he promises Credence, running the length of the rock to launch himself from its overhanging edge, hitting the center of the pool with a splash.