“After about twelve minutes, you’ll start getting hypothermic. Don’t stay down too long.” Vesna spoke while she fastened the back of Dari’s silver dive suit, stretching the thick, slippery fabric until both lines of sealant met. When the two stuck, she ran her thumb up the length of his slim back to check the adhesion, following the bumps of his spine like a fleshy zipper. Sure that the edges were bound together, she started pulling the suit’s loose-hanging silver hood over his short blonde hair. His breathing was slow and even, a puff of cloud charting each exhalation into the