The river rushed around him, the current strong but not unmanageable, and Ciaran had waded out to waist length before he heard a voice from somewhere behind him. Brow furrowed, he turned and squinted to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun as he scanned the river bank for its source. Standing near to the water was a woman, striking in her appearance with the golden light shining down upon her. He was certain that she had not been there before, for he had neither seen or smelt another presence as he had stripped down and entered the water. Even now, the scent of a human didn't meet his keen nose.
The woman's words caused an apathetic smirk to pull at his lips as he considered them. Did he want to die? Perhaps. It certainly felt like he did at times. "I'm a good swimmer," he said, crouching down a little so the water could lap at his upper chest. "And I'm not fussed either way. I'm not looking to die but if it happens, it happens."