Ryeâ€™s words just barely reached Emeryâ€™s ears as she drifted into the reverie of unconsciousness. The last words he said imprinted themselves into her subliminal mind and she had a dream about the sea. She was floating in the cobalt ocean, gently being rocked by the calm waves. When she opened her eyes, she saw her reflection in the sky, as if it was still water. Blue surrounded her like she could be submerged in the sea, but she had no worries. The vastness comforted her, for there was no one to disturb her. No one to hurt her.<br/><br/>When she was woken for her watch, Emery sat at the edge of the cave and gazed at the streams of falling water. The moonlight made the torrents glimmer. She reached out and put her hand underneath the gushing liquid diamonds. Cupping her palm, she carried the water to her face and poured it over her. The frigidity made her hairs stand on end, but it brought relief to her hot and clammy skin. Once she undid her braid, she continued to splash water onto herself; and after every time, she felt more of a need to do it again.<br/><br/>On her knees, Emery hung her head over the edge and squeezed the water out of her hair to let it fall to the pond below. Looking down, she estimated that the drop was around twenty feet. It was then that she got an irresistible idea. She got to her feet and, after looking back to make sure Rye was still asleep, she began taking off her clothes. She set them on a ledge to the left of the caveâ€™s opening so she could get them before entering the cave. After exhaling a deep breath, Emery leaped off of the cliff and plunged into the icy water. She gasped once she resurfaced and wrapped her arms around her shivering body.<span style="font-style: italic">Not as great as I thought it would be</span>, she thought as her teeth began to chatter immediately. However, a few minutes later she was floating contently in the pond. Her long, dark hair extended outward from her head like black vines.