[He doesn't swim up. Even if his memories of Panem are faded and tough to read, she had burn marks before--he wouldn't want to scare or trigger anything she'd want to avoid. Right now he's just trying in vain to keep himself together.]

It's this... heat. The malnosso did something to me.

[His limbs feel heavy where he is. After a beat he nods at her.]

Back up a little. [whenever she does, he'll start moving up to easier bank slopes to stand in; doesn't get out, though. Even if he's pruned to hell.] There's this... heat in the middle of me, it's makes people feel hot if they're too close. You feel it a little?