Hawke grins and flashes him a thumbs-up too, swimming easily a fair enough distance before she peeks her head above water to see if the moths followed them. It looks like they're hovering where the two were before, and then finally start to buzz off. Phew! She waves at him and toward the shore, climbing up on it and wringing her hair out. It becomes a wet mat if she doesn't get to it.

"Adding those buggers to a list of animals to avoid and wish death upon around here." She'd really only met a few, and none of them as strangely menacing as the moths. Since they were following them everywhere. "I'm Hawke. Nice to flee for our lives meet you."