He glanced up at her curiously, and had just enough presence of mind to at least manage some kind of breath before Mokey put a hand on the back of his head and pushed him under. His tail turned a few whorls up behind him and one hand beat on the shoreline, but several seconds passed before she let him up. Coughing, he shook his head vigorously and then looked at her, braids draped down over his eyes.

"Mokey?? Why...?"