Not. A. Shark. Doo-doo-doo-doo.

Caelia had been wondering initially why she was here, wildly uncertain about her brilliant idea to come here at all, but after some drinking it became increasingly harder to think about much at all. Instead she felt like she was kind of just.. floating? Her paws carried her across the beach in a direction she felt she hadn't even chosen, wandering aimlessly across the black sand. She vaguely remembered a conversation with Domari and encouraging him to tell Justice about his feelings for her, but everything beyond that was pleasantly hazy.

And then suddenly she was jerked back to reality by a sudden collision, which all but knocked the wind out of her. From the corner of her eye she saw a fish flopping toward the water. But her attention was captured by the blindly bright male who'd collided with her and fallen. Somehow she had remained upright, but she didn't feel terribly steady on her paws regardless. The world was spinning fast and she was just trying to stay from toppling over, her hazy gaze focusing on Hyperion as best as she could.

"I.. don't know where I'm going," Caelia started, not with uncertainty but with the awkwardness of someone who was having trouble controlling her tongue. Sober Caelia would've been quite annoyed at his misdirected blame and quickly corrected him, but drunk Caelia seemed much calmer. Or more confused. Or maybe a bit of both? "Were you fishing?" She asked after a moment, tilting her head back to the water. His fish was nowhere to be found. "I'm fine. I think," she added, twisting her head around sharply as if trying to examine herself for injuries. No, she was definitely fine. Probably. Hard to tell.