"Thank you." She says curtly as she approaches the water's edge, her eyes darting nervously about despite the seclusion of the grove. With a deep breath, she begins to undress, revealing her muscular form and ample curves beneath her armor. Her movements are stiff and guarded, like a wild animal reluctantly submitting to capture.

As Casca steps into the cool water, relief washes over her.

I... I didn't expect you to actually come with me. It means a lot, Artyom. Thank you.