About ten minutes passed before Bryn resurfaced, his glasses in hand, only a few feet off from the track Lyla predicted. "The current carried them down a little." She confessed as she one arm doggie paddled back to the shore.
She set the glasses as close to him as possible, before she even tried to get out. To keep from dropping them back in, or crushing them as she got out. "Warm?" She cocked a brow with a touch of a grin, as she twisted her hair to wring the water out.