Dock: Nick and Dana
Dana still had her bikini top on. One of the subtle little ways that showed she'd adapted to living outside of her home. Had this trip happened when she'd first arrived, she'd have stripped off the bikini and left it off for the entire trip. She probably wouldn't have brought a bikini at all. She didn't swim too much because the salt water affected her more than others. She was a tree spirit of sorts, and so fresh water was the best for her. Salt water was only okay in very small doses.
She spotted Sorin with the black dog dashing through the water. They hadn't spoken for a bit. Not really since their conversation in his room with John. John had accepted what Sorin said, but Dana? She had doubts. Worries. She didn't know how to pinpoint exactly what was wrong but now she felt like she was dissecting everything he did. Something felt off and she just wanted to understand. She wanted to figure out why it felt he was keeping something from her.
Dana approached Sorin though. Her arms folded behind her back as she stepped closer. "He likes the water a lot," she said as a way of introduction. She wasn't sure if she should act normal or not. Typically, Dana would have hugged Sorin from behind or maybe greeted him with more intimate physical contact. Now there was a physical distance to amplify the uneasiness of the awkwardness she wasn't sure if it was still there.