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

Poor Herbert. If he'd had drinks there was probably no saving him now. Caelia realized suddenly that she probably couldn't swim very well right now, though offering to help find Herbert only sounded fair. If she was lucky he'd deny her request. if she started swimming Caelia wasn't sure she'd ever make it back to shore safely. Weren't there islands out there? Bleary-eyed she squinted at the water and tried to search the horizon all at once, wondering just how far she could swim sober. Certainly much farther than she could swim in her current condition. Caelia let out a dramatic sigh as they neared the waves and she paused to inspect them as thoroughly as she could. "You're right. He probably had too much to drink. And he just went home. Or somewhere." For some weird reason, the thought of him never finding his way back home... did fish even have homes? ... didn't sit well with her. That was one thing Caelia had always had: a home.

"What about you?" She asked after a minute, slurring her words still, maybe even a bit more heavily than before. "Did you have enough fun? To be done at the party? Tonight, I mean?" Caelia wondered if she should be heading back soon, but.. how? Walking felt difficult. The realization hit her suddenly and she flopped down on the ground, eyeing Hyperion as the water lapped at her paws. She wasn't even sure she'd make it back to Valhalla tonight. Sleeping it off sounded like a much safer option.