"Pretty good?" I echo, grinning blearily, finally dragging up enough energy that I can lift my head to look at him. My skin's starting to prune, I think, but I have no intention of moving anytime soon. My bones feel like they might've melted out into the water, leaving me weak and loose-limbed, pressed so tight against him that it's a little hard to tell what belongs to me and what doesn't.

"Mm, sounds about right, I guess."