Iramaat is relaxing a yard or two away, head back, letting her hair trail in the water as she luxuriates. It's nice to let yourself go once and while, isn't it? To just enjoy one's self? There's something about Paris that tugs at her memory; a vague, half-remembered conversation that she can't quite place. She's still mulling that over when he suddenly pops back up to the surface, wide-eyed and gasping.

Iramaat peers at him curiously. He can't breathe? Well, of course he can't. Humans can't breathe underwater.

She reaches out and gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "I don't think most humans can. So you're just like all the rest of them! No fear!"