[She looks genuinely interested in that statement, and even a smidgen envious.]

I have never had much talent with cultivation. My hand-talents lie elsewhere.

[This is said without a single hint of innuendo; she means it literally, just trying to use the same vernacular he is. Successful or not, it's one of the many things she's started doing since arriving in this world to try to understand the people a little bit better.

She smiles, and gives a small shrug.]

Fear, no. But I have a deep respect for it. [It was the first thing she'd been taught before her mother allowed her anywhere near the water. After five thousand years, it's a lesson that holds strong.

When he dives below the surface, she follows suit, reaching for a chunk of cultivated coral and cradling it gently with both hands as she finds a suitable spot on the natural formation beneath the waves. She watches, fascinated, as the two pieces of coral fuse together in moments. She surfaces again in time to hear him, and while she's intrigued about the vineyard, she does look somewhat concerned, brows drawn together.]

Why would your family want to drown you?