Once a week Bex liked to take a swim in the early morning hours before the day truly started. The cold Nevermeren sea was always a shock to the system and Bex believed it was as good for the soul as it was the body. The swims would get progressively more challenging as Autumna turned to Hiems and Bex would continue as long as she could before the water got so cold that it was dangerous, at which point she would switch out an actual swim for a polar plunge, keeping her habit strong in spite of the cold.

Dressed in a one piece suit that was as lady-like as the rest of her apparel, i.e. not at all, it was a longer cut than perhaps a man might hope, reaching down to her upper thighs like shorts with wide straps that nearly covered her shoulders. Though she had tattoos on her arms, back, and torso with only one on her upper thigh, the only ones visible were the ones that covered both arms down to her hands.

Her swim began at the shore and then out to sea before coming back, doing laps in that direction for a while before she started to swim along the shore line, following it down for as long as she could go before getting to tired.

What made it different today was that she spotted someone on the beach with a sword in hand doing what could only be viewed as drills. A solider. It wasn't until she got a little closer that she realized she recognized the man. Warren Woodwick, a fellow lieutenant but one over unpaired soldiers. She considered ignoring him and continuing on her way but ultimately decided against it. She was trying to be a little more social these days after all.

So she slowed her swimming and moved a little closer to the shore until she could reach the bottom before she called out. "I don't typically see people out here this early," she called to him, running her tattooed fingers through her short wet hair to move it out of her face. .

Bex had stopped progressing forward by the time she at waist height in the water. With the cool breeze the water was at the point where it was warmer than the air above it now that she was used to it. Or maybe that had more to do with being totally numb at this point anyway. Still, she decided not to completely expose her full swimwear covered body to the man. For a woman of such grit as Bex, there were still somethings that made her uncomfortable and exposing herself to a high ranking officer who also happened to be male was not exactly high up there on her list of comfortable interactions. Unfortunately, her clothes were too far away up the shore to simply go and grab, so the water remained her safest bet.

"Not at all," she replied to him after lowering her head respectfully as he bowed to her. "I'm more than happy to move along so I'm not bothering you." Yet she still lingered without really knowing why she was. "I think the upcoming pressures are pushing the soldiers more than typical. It's good to see, but does make finding your own time and space for training...limited. You found a good alternative," she commented.

Was she...praising him? For what purpose? She wasn't sure. "If you're ever up for a swim, I'd be happy to challenge you," she added with a smirking lift of a brow.

Amusement lifted her lips, even just slightly. She could relate to having those she was over complain about her. It seemed at least that her and Warren had that in common. She didn't really expect him to take on her challenge today. Or ever if she was being honest. What kind of crazy person swam when it was so cold? It helped that she was a witch and took warming potions as needed.

"I swim during any season. It's a good work out and in the cold it's good training to teach my body to withstand even the greatest of discomforts," she said rather seriously though she did break that tone with her following words. "Having magic helps," she said with a shrug. She was always of the opinion that if you had something at your disposal, you should use it.

"Anyway, I should let you get back to it," she stated, beginning to move a little deeper into the water again. She was a very skilled solider but she was far less skilled at maintaining social interactions for longer than a few minutes. Did the people she spoke with feel equally as awkward as she did?