My problem is I'm mature and childish, I'm mildish

At the offer to stay and get dry, Deluge allowed her ears to flick back betraying her uncertainty, “Yer've already been so accomodatin' I'd hate ter be a burden...” Her polite refusal was cut off as a particularly frigid blast of northern wind left her teeth chattering and the mottled girl shivering where she stood, “But-ah, if it's not too much of an imposition, I reckon I'd be foolish ter not take yer up on it, 'specially if there's any more swimmin' involved.” Her grin was sheepish, a mark of her youth and inexperience. She really hadn't expected there to be a pack out here at all, she was exceedingly grateful they seemed to be a decent sort. Of course, if the purple lady before her chose to change her mind, well a run would warm her up just as well, right?

A quick glance around didn't lend her any clues as to what would be the shortest course back to the mainland though.

“Speech”