"It's not the water itself I fear so much as, ah."

What could be living in it, what the false gods might do while he's out there, the memories he's currently associating with the sensations he's feeling -- he has several reasons.

"Well," he continues, uncertainty still etched into him. He pulls his feet from the sand to take a step back, losing his sandal in the process. He leaves it, not wanting to have to reach into the water to get it. "I will adjust, perhaps. Back near the shoreline. Just sit down and take my time while you enjoy yourself."