Taking the other oar once her weapons are sorted - cleaning, checking for damage, she'll do that once they're back on the shore when she can sit down and find her boots and coat she threw off in a hurry - Araceli can feel the strain in her arms as she starts rowing, a cramp beginning somewhere from the wrist down in the right that she readjusts for.

"If I can find them, I can't spot where we pushed off from. Probably a fire too, hopefully there's some kelp or seawood if the driftwood's wet through," she agrees. "A lot of people already in shock and then throwing themselves into cold water? A fire will be good."