Krem decided that the prospect of warmth and dryness and food was preferable to lingering in any sort of undress. He squeezed Thomas's fingers gently and trudged up through the water toward his clothes and began to pull them on, glad that he didn't care too much if they got damp. The worst part was the sand that got between his toes.

Once he'd pulled his shirt back on--he didn't bother with his sports bra for now; it would cling weirdly on his damp skin--he smiled at Thomas.

"Alright. I'm all yours."