Mairi almost makes a joke about always being wet, but she doesn't want to break the concentration he's establishing, letting him think and feel his way through this. She takes this time to just feel the rush around her, like a breeze against the skin, a current through one's hair, like home. And for a moment, she feels like she's back there. Teaching Mirren to grow a flower in her hand.

Deep blue fingers wrapped around teal ones, which cup a flower bud within like a seed pod. "How am I supposed to just feel it? That doesn't make any sense, Mairi!" "It will if you quit wiggling and focus, goofball. It's just like the river by the house. It's all around you. Just close your eyes, take a deep breath, and..."

Hearing César quietly mutter in Spanish, she comes back to herself, and she feels the shift in the current as her pupil draws it into himself. He lifts his hands to meet Mairi's, and the water responds.

She lets go.