Luke was unable to answer her questions, but he had hoped she wouldn't mind him keeping the head. It was interesting, and he liked it. Perhaps he could find out more, was there a body that it had once belonged to? Was it recently made or was it centuries old? It was a puzzle and he liked puzzles. He swam just under the surface, watching as she continued her search, she didn't seem to find much, and he saw nothing else from where he was. When she resurfaced she watched her, she seemed quite interested in the flower. The lotus, a flower that he didn't think was native to the area. Had the groundskeepers put them here years ago? Or perhaps it was a different type, one he hadn't read about. His interest had never been in botany, so he couldn't say for sure.

She seemed to look at it for a long time, was that sadness he detected? Perhaps she thought it was pretty, but why didn't she just take one? He would have to ask once he shifted back. He dove down, resurfacing just a few feet from her, one of leaves of the plant resting on his head. Again he dove back down, splashing her as he did. Under the surface he circled her, nudging her then swimming away, repeating the process a few times, wanting to be carefree for just a few minutes more, before he grew tired from maintaining the form and would need to shift back. This was something he would have to do again, and he should probably apologize to Leila for not believing her about this all these years.