Barely.

It was the first mouthful of water that really woke Aster up. Her carnal wants and desires were abruptly drowned out by her instincts screaming at her to get out of the cold grasp of water. She broke the surface, sputtering and ****, wings hopelessly waterlogged and completely disoriented. Fortunately her outburst snapped Bowen out of his own trance.

"Whoa! Whoa! Aster!"

Aster felt strong muscular arms close around her, pulling her up and out of the water as he waded back to shore. He sets her down gently on the mossy beach before flopping down next to her, hyperventilating for completely different reasons. It takes a long while before Aster gets herself under control, shivering and gasping for air despite having long since cleared her lungs of water. When she does, she finds herself clinging to Bowen.

"Hey, hey, it's ok...you're ok...you're safe..."

Some time later she musters the willpower to be snippy, "Do not pet me."

"Yay! You're ok!"

Bowen sits with Aster happily, smiling over at her while she indignantly dried her wings. She couldn't believe those airhead sluts had gotten to her! With their big stupid... round... delicious... She actually slapped herself. They'd almost gotten her killed! Why was she still lusting after them?! It must be something in the-Oh. There actually was something in the water. Her eyes widened. She glanced over at Bowen, amiably sun-drying himself while he watched her.

"What's wrong?"

Aster looked in horror at her still-damp skin. They were both covered in whatever carnal pollutant that had altered those sprites. As she watched, she actually felt a warm blush sinking into her skin...