His other hand lifts to brush his fingers against her cheek as he leans forward to touch his forehead to her own, voice murmuring a simple reply, “Yeah...” Benjiro understands he has given her a safety net. In case of emergency, in which she exceeds a set dive time or pulls the line with a bobber on the harness under the surface as a signal, he can reel her in to the shore within moments using the distantly anchored main support line and the secondary lateral line. Should something detain her, he can follow the lateral line in as a guide and aid her directly after locking his belt on one of several anchor points he has already identified as stable.

But this is Sadie. This is the hard part of loving someone.

Swallowing back his apprehension, he draws his forehead away only enough to place a feathery kiss at her lips, “...you can do this.” For her, he finds the start of a smile.