At first, she wasn't sure that he'll understand what she said or even what she gestured "...specificare una parola con uno che non parla la tua, complimenti ragazza. ...e poi il cuore che scoppia... sarà giusto? Avrà capito? Avrà frainteso? COSA avrà capito? Oh cacchio... e adesso? Se avesse capito che..." still, she saw him smile and ponder, thinking, translating her gestures into his brain. Suddently, his hands moved... an heart over his chest, then flat on his chest, and again over her chest, making her shudder at the touch of his rough hands over her delicate skin, and when he spoke and repeated what she said, Giulia felt like in a dream, with the jungle...the fall thundering not far away... cuckatoos screaming over their heads and the sound and smells of a forest, and there they are... both nude as mother natured made humans, he... a savage with a tanned and sculpted body, a strong and bearded face like that of a warrior, and she... so smooth, so soft and with her glasses, making her sigh for a moment and almost needing to be pinched to awake from that personal re-enactment of Tarzan and Jane; shooking her head, she awakened from her open-eye dream and saw her Tarzan to nod and smile. "...oh cielo..." .<br/><br/>When he begun to swim on his back, with his body half covered by the fresh sheet of water and his<i>other parts</i>emerging from it, like rocky islands floating into the calm and placid ocean. "Anche lui che si comporta con calma... guardalo... ...guardalo... come se tutti si sbattessero di essere uno dei quattro sopravvissuti del volo... almeno centinaia di persono hanno perso la vita... non pensano alle famiglie...alla loro vita... a tutto? ...neppure io ci penso molto...sento che dovrei disperarmi... ho perso tutto, e potrei perdere molto altro...sento che è sbagliato non disperarmi... ma... è come se non ce la facessi...come se mi stesse bene stare qui... con..." thinking, she naturally crossed her arms beneath her ample bust, shelfing her generous breasts as she mumbled and pouted her lips, her brown eyes following Aering floating around the lake like if he was in the most safe and calm swimming pool of the world "mah...più ci penso e più mi convinco che siamo tutti morti..."<br/><br/>A splash of water brought her back from her thoughs, noticing that he was now swimming underwater, and despite she was meters away from him, the water was so clear that she could clearly see his movements, his arms and legs as he swam beneath the surface of the lake. Suddently, almost agitated, he swam back to the surface, gasped for air and then quickly swam back to her. Surprised, she let go her arms and, when he was near, he jumped into her, hugging her tightly "...ma che... ci sta prendendo gusto, eh?" thought her with an inner smirk. As his hands moved, she focused on them, knowing that on the island, their hands become the major way to communicate "Acqua, centro. Bocca. ...buono?" as she translated, she squinted her eyes in concetration until <<OH! Si!>> and clapped her hands excitedly, making a slitherin motion with her right hand.<br/><br/>But he wasn't stopping there with explainations "Noi...camminare...indietro..." <<Oh...>> she nodded and repeated his motion, by pointing at her, at him and to other three ghosts on his side, as to indicate the other three survivors. Making thumbs up, she decided to take a quick bath before going back. Moving her hands on the back of her head, she undid the soft-rubber band that held her brown hairs in a tight bun, realizing, only an instant later, that she presented her chest with her spine slightly arched back, practically serving them for his gaze, realizing it, she squealed, feeling her cheecks to turn red and splashing into the water, leaving only her head over the fresh water. Sighing, she passed her hairs, now freed from the rubber-band that was made slid on her right wrist, and, closing her nose with an hand while holding her glasses with the other, Giulia moved totally beneath the water, feeling the fresh water to touch her scalp and trough her hairs. This time keeping in mind her nakedness, she lifted only her head and combed her hairs back.<br/><br/>Turning her back to him, she started to walk away as she tried to spot her tank top, that she remembered being tossed over the sand, with a motion that made her blush, and her panties that... "oh cazzo..." as she realized that she just stepped outside her panties while in the water, she immediately begun to look around, trying to spot them floating nearby or... quickly, she moved near the place where she have been undressed, but nothing of that sparklingly light-blue hue was to be seen in that area, and nothing alike floated around as well, just when she spotted the lake to have a light current that ran away and probably ended into some deadly canyon. With water at her ankles and with her bare body dripping with water, she took a sigh and looked at Aerin "...mo come ci torno indietro senza mutande?" as she thought, she bit her lips, wondering if it will be such a tragedy to return with her tank top tied on her waist and without bra...