While she was not entirely ready for the night to end, they had been ashore in Atlantis for most of the day. "How about a night cap back on the ship?" she asked. "But first," she added, kicking out of her shoes, "there is one thing that I want to do." She let go of Illya's hand and walked straight into the surf until the incoming waves were crashing over her ankles. The water was colder than she expected, but it felt wonderful all the same. She loved that fraction of a second where if felt as if the waves could pull her away with them. A larger wave sprayed water up onto the hem of her dress, but she didn't mind. She turned her head to glance at Illya with a look that said, "Well?" She knew he was no swimmer, but wasn't sure if his aversion to water applied to getting his feet wet, too.