"I don't need your help-" Leia protested without really meaning it, amidst a soft laugh - which was all she managed to get out before he captured her in his arms, and held her close, pitching them both into the water as waves washed up over them and they went under, a little sense of thrill to it, safe as she felt with him, the ocean was still very much an unpredictable thing.
She held on to Galen, given she'd be submerged or making an effort to tread water without him to keep a hold of in the deeper waters, even if she was somewhat a tangle of limbs she felt quite safe. A sort of pause at come over them both, as if they were frozen in this moment, and realising just how it'd graduated a little suddenly from their more easy-going, happily thoughtless attitude. There was no way to miss that Galen had started to blush - sweet, but not necessarily positive? One, couldn't be too careful, and she wouldn’t simply assume this wasn’t too much. The gentle but ever-present motion of the water rocked her against him, such to send a flush of heat to her cheeks too. He wasn't alone in that, but at least Leia knew what she was feeling.
"You're not uncomfortable, are you?" She asked which seemed jarring, despite trying not to reach a place of awkwardness, when everything had been going so well. But they were traversing new ground the closer they became. It wasn't that she detected hesitance from Galen, and a little unexpectedly, it all felt quite natural, from difficult starts and uncertainty to this day, they'd just let themselves enjoy - though to go swimming did put them in very close proximity with little else between them. "We can go back to the shallows-" She added as if it was an encouragement.