Thomas's attention was pulled away from the prospect of a swim and towards all the new markings on Krem. He tilted his head, trying to make out the patterns in the dark.

He blinked and started to move when Krem did, only going so far as to let the water rush up over his feet. It was shucking cold and he hissed, pulling one foot out of the water and shaking it.

"Yeah, that's really shucking cold," he said, wincing. "I thought it was supposed to be warm during the summer. All the sun does is shine on it all day."