She was grateful for his offer, though she was more pleased at the idea of some company than with the prospect of doing laps. When he so easily picked up the thread of conversation, she found herself happier still.
"You were busy," she said, chuckling a bit as his unwarranted apology. "I had fun with you two." Then, suddenly, something about that memory jogged another. Their foray into pyromancy had occurred well before her stilted conversation with a thoroughly intoxicated Charlie, but what had been said in the course of the latter changed much about the former. Karin's eyes subtly widened, dark lashes fluttering as she blinked away her distant gaze. It was of course just a guess, and perhaps a long shot, that Rylee was, himself, the friend Charlie had sullenly mentioned. Her teeth nipped at her tongue as Karin reminded herself she would not meddle, would not ask, would not set this curiosity above the tenuous and easily broken comfort of this meeting. Perhaps later, she thought, she could talk things over with her sister, and gain a better grasp of the situation she considered herself to have, in a roundabout way, been drawn.
"I wasn't much of a conversationalist, anyway," she said, giving a derisive little laugh at her own guarded conduct. "Next time I'll try to have more to say." Easily she treaded water, seeming feather light within its liquid grip. The sweeping of her arms made the barest of sounds, a faint, hushed swish as she moved. "Two months," she echoed, shaking her head. "Are you getting used to the place, then? Do you like it here?" Have you heard anything odd, she wanted to ask, but again bit her tongue before that little insanity could slip free.