<div style="text-align: justify;">Melinda felt an intense pleasure in swimmming in that warm water. She felt nearly weightless, and swimming reminded her of happier days. Closing her eyes, Melinda allowed the memories to slip through her mind. When her parents were alive, the family usually went to the seaside every summer for a few weeks, and rented a small house there.<br/><br/>Mr. Sullivan had taught his daughter to swim, and they would spend some time in the water, then have a picnic sitting in the sand at the end of the day. It was one of Melinda's fondest memories.<br/><br/>She was pulled back to her desolated present when Dalindme returned with the basket. Feeling lonely and sad for a moment, Melinda stepped out of the pool and sat on its edge. "Thank you", she murmured again, her voice trembling a little. It was with a few tears running from her eyes that Melinda took an apple and started eating, her face serious.<br/><br/>She remained silent until she was done with the apple, and then picked up a piece of bread and some cheese. "What do you eat?", she asked, curious about the creature.<br/><br/>The basket gave her a sudden idea. Of course, she would have to teach him her language by showing him things and naming them.<br/><br/>Feeling a little less unhappy now that she had a mission, Melinda sat on a more comfortable position, fully turned to Dalindme.<br/><br/>"Bread", she spoke clearly, showing him the bread on her hand. Looking at him, the girl waited for him to repeat what she had just said.</div>