Aiveron was relieved by ability to swim. After all, they were in the middle of a lake. "A useful skill when one chances the fates." He said with conviction. He look to a nearby rippling of water where a fish had broke the surface to catch a flying insect. As they drifted, there were more fish feed all around them. It was such small sounds, but the ripples in the water spread far and continuous with each new addition. Kind of nature's way of reminding them, that despite their quiet solitude, they were far from alone.