She lifted her chin and smiled contentedly. "I like this," she told him. She liked everything he'd just said, from the promise that they would always be friends, to the thought that she brought him meaning, to the thrill of adventure in this place with him. And not only could she call to Eric, but it seemed now that she could also call out to Bran.
A sixth sense told Leeloo not to ask too much about how the two of them had earned this new ability. She imagined it went with the change in Eric. But she trusted him to tell her when he was ready. As of now, he hadn't. She couldn't deny that she felt concern for him - and hoped that the changes hadn't been brought on by something terrible - but there was also curiosity. Always curiosity, with her.
Still, it seemed... personal. And her only attempt at asking about it had resulted in a vague verbal equivalent of a shrug. Yes, she knew not to press. She wouldn't.
"I would like to visit, sometime," she said. "But not tonight. Tonight, we swim!"
And with that, she untangled the rope around her waist, tossed it down to the boat with a wooden thunk, and swandived off the wall.