Elena just shrugged her shoulders as Syreni spoke. She herself couldn't speak under the water, because her breathing wasn't really breathing. It was osmosis of oxygen from water.
Galatea rolled forward, changing directions like she was part fish rather than part frog, and dove deeper into the chilled pool. She kicked and circled at the bottom before settling onto the ice cold tile as if she was laying down by the side of the pool. She waved for Syreni to join her, pulling more bubbles down from the surface so she could add them to the young woman's as her air pocket grew smaller with her breathing. Elena couldn't be much of a conversationalist while she was beneath the water, but she could pull a few more bubbles down for herself if conversation struck her.