He didn't like to go into deep water, that was true, especially after almost drowning during the Rome mission. But he would certainly wade with her. Illya smiled as the waves hit her. Gaby was carefree, not giving a damn if her dress got a little wet in pursuit of what she wanted to do. That was one of the things Illya loved about her. She did things with an ease that belied him sometimes.
He paused to roll up his pant legs a bit, then joined Gaby in the wake of the surf. The cold water startled him a bit, but he quickly grew used to it. Illya reached out again and wrapped an arm around Gaby's waist, glad that it was a gesture that he could simply do now, without explanation.