Anastasia tipped her head into one hand as she studied her companion. The sort of smile that Dorothea wore upon her lips seemed the one thing that she'd been even remotely disingenuous about. Anastasia would certainly be honoured to accept such an invitation, but did Dorothea truly intend to have her accompany her? It seemed odd, to seriously encourage a stranger, let alone a commoner to associate with her. But nevertheless, the woman's words pass through without comment, up until the conversation moved and she listened to the off-handed account of Colchis' climate.

"There's something to be said about Colchis, its people are hardier than us Taengea girls," she teased, just as she noticed that Dorothea's attention seemed to drift. Was she growing weary of Ana's presence? She'd be more than happy to give the noble back her space. It was a tragedy, but when Dorothea at last seemed ready to move, Anastasia was prepared for that offer to be extracted and for her presence to no longer be welcome.

"You're welcome to join me."

Oh!

She wondered if that invitation was genuine, but being lulled to the concept of re-entering the water after she'd just dried off and the sun was beginning to bake her skin... it was tantalizing. She nodded, a fluid motion pulling her to her feet before nimble footsteps formed slight footprints in the sand. She moved in a gentle sway, as if the siren was dancing to the crashing tide just before she turned to Dorothea of Dimitrou once again. Raising a hand to her jawline, she blew the royal a playful kiss just as a wave crested against her ankles. Immediately, gooseflesh traveled along the length of her body, a momentary flare of pins and needles from the blast of chill that was the frigid Greek waters.

She took another step backward, deeper into the water, again and again until the tide was level with the center of her thigh. With a push from the seafloor, she submerged into the tide, large bubbles forming as she breathed out to prevent the salt from seeping in her mouth and nose. Bubbles stirred against the chaotic surface of the sea, just as she offered a silent prayer to Poseidon with her growing distance in the ocean. Drenched in sea water, her hair matted against her skin, veiling her eyes in a curtain that dispersed readily when she submerged again.

If Dorothea entered the water, Anastasia moved closer, all too keen on toying with the woman just a little bit. Submerged in the water, she kicked and moved her arms to propel her forward, right until she re-surfaced directly behind the royal woman. A hand traced along the small of her back as she asked,

"You're a huntress, yes? Are you as comfortable in the ocean as on land?"