"You're really good with the cold," I remarked, adjusting to the frigid temperature.
Seraphina shrugged, entirely unaffected by the icy temperature. "I told you—I'm a half-elf," she said, as if that explained everything. "My strongest affinity is ice mana. My Gift is ice mana. This?" She gestured around, where the freezing waterfall crashed into the basin around us. "This is a given for me."
I nodded. Fair enough. With her lineage, it wasn't just expected that she'd be good with the cold—she thrived in it.
"Are you too cold?" she asked suddenly, closing the distance between us in a way that sent a very different kind of chill down my spine.
Her face, as usual, was hard to read, but I could feel her concern.
"I'm fine," I said, flashing a smile. "And since I get to swim with you, it's worth it."
Seraphina blinked at me, processing that for a moment. Then—
