Keen senses mean he is aware of the little things. They're cherished. Matt never wants to take any gesture from her for granted. It brings, and keeps, them close together.

Now that standing up is out of her concern she can worry about breathing. If he can't take that away in small increments, kiss by kiss. "I think," and he feigns really pondering this while swaying with the motion of the waves, carefully walking to further depths. "I think that there are three at the most." Verity deadpan makes him smile still.