[ a storm at sea is unusual, but...acceptable. To wake away from Rutah has been disorienting enough, at least wherever she is now had the decency to try her close to water. Stormy seas are difficult to maneuver through, however, and while a proficient swimmer, Princess Mipha cannot dodge the debris of the ships carnage indefinitely. Scaled fingers close around the royal blue sash adorning her shoulder while she swims, careful not to lose it.

After some work, she steps from the ocean to the beach, turning back toward a storm that was dodged. She hadn't seen others on the boats as she made her escape, but...the temptation to go back is certainly real, and Goddess, what she wouldn't give to know what's happening.

But then...what else could she give? Her life, forfeit to an eternity inside a dark machine, would mean nothing sworn to another now. Her heart, s-sworn elsewhere. Off the table.

She just needs a moment to collect herself before she turns around and goes back to help those off the boats. Perhaps her trident is there as well? Feel free to catch her on the beach, or even back at the boats. Mipha would surely, surely want to ensure your safety. ]