Namor was not planning on coming back to shore soon, as it turned out. He had spent the previous day, all of it, out of water. His strength was low and his vitality along with it. His room had been adapted to help him maintain the health he needed, but nothing was like a quick dip in the lake for regeneration. Except, of course, swimming in the sea. Exposure to water of any kind though was enough to regain his abilities and he felt invigorated. The lake behind the mansion was beautifully clear, besides. It was a gem.
He dove and swam, exploring the lake depths and conversing with shy water animals as he sat on the bottom. The stories these fish had to tell! Watching the mutants at the Institute grow and develop their powers was sometimes a frightening experience for the residents of the lake. It was approaching winter, when the water would freeze over and the cycle of life would be put on hold except for the deepest parts of the crater that housed the lake. The animals were preparing for that time.
Namor shot out of the water into an arch in the air, a perfect dolphin dive back into the depths. But he'd noticed someone on the shore and surfaced again to look, eyes narrowing when he saw it was Bobby Drake. They had yet to officially meet, but Namor knew of him. The ice mutant. Jewish, or partly, by his own definition. And impetuous. And he seemed to be in need of something. Well, the boy child could wait. Namor was going to finish his swim.