For his own part, Ana was completely oblivious to the effect he seemed to be having every time he went into the water. His people went barefoot for the most part, after all, and it was just impractical to worry about whether their ankles were showing. Over time and travel, Anastolyr and his kin had come to understand that shoes out-of-doors (and sometimes indoors?) were considered the polite manner, but the why's of such a thing were rarely explained.
Though he would admit the ground in the southlands was not nearly so soft as the fresh snow of his home, and perhaps that had something to do with it.
All of this was far from his mind, however, as he continued to look through the riverbed, head cocking from side to side as if trying to hear through the babble of the current gliding past. He paused enough to smile to the side at Segari, and softened his tone and expression to see the giant with his head and gaze dropped. Of course, it must have been painful to think about, no matter how fond the memory.
He couldn't help but chuckle at what Segari told him, however. Humans were really so very different— they had to watch and see where the elves need only listen, and even then Runa's efforts had to be continuous to get noticed. Still, Ana found himself overwhelmed with fondness for the woman he would never meet, his hearts swelling at the thought of how she had climbed a mountain again and again to be with the giant.
"I imagine she knew exactly where she wanted to be, and 'better' had nothing to do with it. It was fate." Ana beamed at him, before turning back to the river just in time to reach in and snatch a stone that was rattling by in the current. He pulled it up out of the water and turned it in his hand a few times, before sliding it into his tunic to rest with the coins there.