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

He was pretty. So, so pretty. It took her a long while to get her eyes to focus on him properly, but when she finally zeroed in on him she wasn't sure she'd be able to ever look away. She certainly didn't notice he was staring - or if she did, it didn't properly registered in her jumbled up brain. "I... guess not," Caelia responded weakly to him. The truth was that she wasn't sure where she was going now, or tomorrow, or ever. Both in the more metaphorical sense as well as the much, much more literal sense. She nodded at his words. Yes, she was fine. Kind of. Possibly. But that was all unrelated to their little collision, and had much more to do with the alcohol she'd drank. Part of her regretted it, but another part of her didn't have the sense to, and that drunken part of her mind was much, much louder right now.

"Herbert?" Caelia replied. Finally she managed to drag her attention away from Hyperion and toward the water. "Do you think we can find him? I can swim," she suggested quickly. She swiveled around toward the water on unsteady paws and tried to squint at the water, looking for any sign of Herbert. Each wave that lapped against the shore resembled a shark's fin in her mind and her gaze followed it, making her feel even more dizzy with each rise and fall.