Finn smiled at that thought, that this pentacle of life didn't know how to swim in the waters that brought it about. Though he could have explained that this was nothing like water, he just brushed it off all the same. "I've never been in waters on the surface, either. I have no idea if this is different or not." Though, he thinks so.

He squeezed her hand as his smile fell but didn't vanish. Instead, he looked down into the souls of the children slowly dancing around the souls of their elders. "They're usually more restless than everyone else. They don't understand death or... they understand it too well. Some of them accept it immediately, others take more time. All of them embrace peace far easier than those that are older than them... The children here are precious. I don't like that they're here, but I can't say with any honesty that I don't enjoy their company. They're so... happy."

Happy wasn't really a good word for it. Full of life seemed like it felt better but that was obviously wrong. "They're loving." That's better. "Most of them, anyway. Otherwise, their fates are the same as everyone else. Drifting down the river."