She's sodden as she peers over him, shirt wet and hair clinging, grinning wide and easy before she gasps - mocking and high. "Daryl? That's blasphemy." She scrunches up the material again and splashes more water on him. "Lord Shiva is the destroyer that allows new beginnings."

And she splashes more water on him. Watching his face uncovered from the blood and muck as it runs off of him.