He might.

Being jumped on is not something that Lapis ever expected. She sees his intention only a instant before he flies forward, whisking to dodge--

Only to be caught in the shoulder. With a yelp from her, down they both go, rolling . . .

But she has an advantage yet, and she's going to use it: Even as they come to rest, water coalesces, clapping around them in a sphere.

She doesn't need to breathe. But he may.