Sunday, for all intents and purposes, knew how to swim very well. Having spent a majority of her time at the beach, it followed that she took an accidental dip once in a while which meant she knew how to swim with clothes on. Robes, however, made it rather difficult to tread water but the 11 year old didn't panic too much. It was more the shock of just how cold water was that coaxed an involuntary squeak from her as she resurfaced.

The problem then became that the boat wasn't exactly pausing for her. Sure, it slowed down, but floated along at a dreamy pace just enough for Sunday to have to pump her arms a little faster to catch up where she heard the boy's response. "I'm here!" she called, fluttering her legs as fast as she could to propel her upwards enough that she could grab onto the side of the boat. Mercifully it seemed to be charmed to not tip too much under her weight, and she could simply hang onto the lip of the vessel whilst she got her breath back. The tightness of the cold had made her lungs work that much harder.

"Don't be silly, I won't drown!" she chirped, taking a final deep breath before she felt she could calm down. Out of the frying pan, into the fire as the saying went. Now that she'd hauled herself up, getting back in was going to be a little more difficult...