"Never what?" The question was teasing, nothing more. The crone was amused by the poor bear's reactions. How could she not be? She quickly shimmied out of the dress, now leaving nothing to anyone's imagination, well, some to the imagination. It was dark after all.
She looked at the water's edge then at the bear before sighing and leaping in. She came up a few moments later, wondering what exactly the polar bear once known as Henry actually liked about the water. It had a strange stagnant feeling. Of being detached from a larger body. She could only guess at it, but it wasn't dead, not exactly.
"You bears are strange creatures." She'd heard a rumor once about Goldilocks and the baby bear...she wasn't going to mention that now.