(Oh, she sees! She makes her way determinedly over to Ray, though without any real urgency: it seems she can swim. Good. Lucretia hadn't thought to ask her before the both of them had made a jump for it. Shore isn't too far away, and once they've set a good pace it's easier to ignore how cold the water is.
Lucretia is thinking very longingly of hoisting herself up onto the sands and casting a small fire for the pair of them. By the time she is at the shore her teeth are chattering; she lets her arms fall out of her robes, leaving them in a wet heap on the sand as she staggers out of the surf. It will be much easier to try off her t-shirt and jeans. Lucretia rubs her arms frantically, glancing about them for a moment.)
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Lucretia is thinking very longingly of hoisting herself up onto the sands and casting a small fire for the pair of them. By the time she is at the shore her teeth are chattering; she lets her arms fall out of her robes, leaving them in a wet heap on the sand as she staggers out of the surf. It will be much easier to try off her t-shirt and jeans. Lucretia rubs her arms frantically, glancing about them for a moment.)
Let's find shelter; I can light a fire.