Taking the offered hand because there are only one or two occasions where pride has her spurning help, she loosens her rapiers in their sheathes to have them ready when she looks at him.

It's ridiculous, going into this without knowing the name of the person beside you when for her it's the second most dangerous thing she's done. Most dangerous in her right mind.

"Araceli Bonaventura y Castell. I can row, I'm a captain's daughter," she has to shout to be heard already over the roiling waters as a serpent passes beneath the boat. Taking the chance while she has it, she grabs the coil of rope tucked by the left side for throwing to anyone that needs it, rifter or fellow rescuer.