Sure enough, the buoyancy did its thing and lifted them up. It had been quite the fall from the top of the waterfall to the depths; their weight and gravity had pulled them lower than Damon had thought.
Still, Damon remained unmoving, acting like a corpse so he would float. He relaxed his muscles and dispersed his will.
His presence became faint, then it disappeared — the last thing he wanted was to be sensed by whatever was inside the water.
He could still feel it swimming in the depths below them.
The woman was unmoving as well. She must have been lighter, because she floated up faster....
It was only after he looked at her chest did he come to an understanding. It wasn't that she was lighter — no, that wasn't it. She also had something to help her float.
The light from the surface and the chaotic slashes of water from the waterfall soon reached them as they broke through to open air.
