"Swimming? What?" Draelin's a little taken aback by the fact that Nolwenn's reaction to him spotting a potential threat in the water is swimming over to say hello, enough that by the time he musters a proper protest she's already in the water and his response dies in his throat. Sighing, he instead just keeps watch with his bow, ready to start shooting when Nolwenn inevitably gets bitten. He just hoped that this wouldn't make the expedition even smaller.