[ Once she's steady, Clara squeezes his arm gratefully before letting go. Then she nods, confirming. ]

Yeah, and I'm gonna hope it's shallow because there's actual ice.

[ Not thick, light enough that it breaks with a gentle tap. Getting close to the water, she's carefully watching her step before pausing and staring into the water. It's impossible to tell how deep it is, but then, faintly, she sees a petal. ]

There! That has to be it, right? How many flowers grow underwater?