[ She gave a salute in response to the wink. Hey, if the man was giving her permission to think about his shirt then she was going to allow that thought to come and go as directed. It wasn't like she'd touch.

It was the river she was more concerned about. It wasn't quite like the lake in Idris, but it was still pulling her mind back to the moment she had been taken from. To her father. To her brother. To Jace's body.

And at the mention of breathing she pushed out a breath through her nose and gave a nod. ]

See, told you you'd be good at this. Breathe in, breathe out, rinse and repeat? What if... Well, what if the environment isn't exactly conducive to letting the thoughts pass?