Even if he fell into the water, got dangled in some kind of vines and was attacked by Grindylows, Daphne Hopton was not going to release Plymouth Morgan's thumb willingly. Not even their close proximity was persuading otherwise. However, to calm her racing mind and churning stomach, she kept her gaze down on their shoes. The size difference was enough to keep her wondering.

Taking a deep breath, she first brought herself up on one knee and sloooowly eased hersel up, wobbling slightly as the lily pad rocked for a brief moment until she could lock her legs well enough to keep both of them balanced.

"I'm okay! I'm okay!" she reassured him, even though she spoke out loud mostly for her own nerves. Steady.

STEADY LEGS! "Alright! Let's hop? Which way?" The way you came from, silly. "That way?" finished Daphne and nodded in the direction they came from.