She switches to the backstroke after ten laps. Ten more and she rolls over again; breaststroke. She has waterproof headphones and an audiobook going.
"Makes sense." Sahde looks at his clock. "And I think he'll be here any minute now."
"Speaking of partner selection."
And a few minutes later this cute green on an electric wheelchair appears zooming closer to them. The chair is really quiet, and it seems to be pretty easy to control from what little Ohan is doing to the buttons on the arm of the chair.
"Hi!" She waves. "You must be Ohan."
"Yup," he says, smoothly parking his wheelchair close to them. "And you must be Pelape Milath. It's so exciting to meet you! Sahde told me all about you."
"Nonsense, I'm sure I don't know nearly as much as 'all' about her," Sahde says, grinning up at Ohan.
"What things did you manage to cover, then?"
"Smart, thoughtful, introspective, insightful, knowledgeable..."
"He was significantly more verbose than that about each of those adjectives."
"I regret nothing."
"Oh to have been a fly on the wall. Well, what should I know about you?" she asks Ohan.
"Depends on what this one told you," he says, hiking a thumb in Sadde's direction. "I promise it was all legal, whatever he said."
"I'm so reassured."