Sorey finishes folding all his clothes onto the bank; Vahvuus's figure is just barely visible under the water, the pure white of his uniform and the silver-blue of his hair striking against the dark stones. Sorey wades a little deeper, shivering at the coolness of the water as he finds someplace good to crouch down and start washing up.

This is good, right? He's never been so enthusiastic about something before; even the fountain hadn't elicited that kind of response. Maybe connecting with his element will help him find a little bit more of himself.