Omega jumps in after her, and promptly disappears straight under the water; he doesn't come back up until he's sure the threat of heat in his body has cooled. The current tugs gently at his body, but it's not difficult to resist, and when he resurfaces he doesn't straighten up entirely. With little more than his eyes above water, it's easy to imagine that he's simply dissolving into the night around them just to watch her.

Play like this has never come easily to him, if at all. Whatever he has managed in the past when her moods beckon him in has always been physical and rough. At a time like this, he'd be chasing her across the river, dragging her down through the current, competing to take each other's legs out from under them... but he can't risk that now, can he?

So instead, he watches her like he's never seen her before -- a glimpse of a nymph in moonlight, his eyes gleaming above the water, treasuring his mate's high spirits far too much to threaten them. She is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and here in these strange woods at midnight it's even more poignant than ever.