Red-faced Carra pretends to pout and crosses her arms. “I will let you carry me if you don’t try to heal me. I’m fine.”

Zenith leans back on her palms, closing her eyes with a smile when a light breeze ruffles her forehead. She opens her eyes and kicks her shoes off, and she tentatively puts a foot in the water. She turns back to him with a smile. “Do you want to go for a swim?”