[Frieda curiously eyes Navia's umbrella as she charges it - is it a weapon on some kind? It's a good thing that at least one of them is armed! In nothing else, she herself will be able to heal any injuries, should they end up in trouble.

It's slow progress as the wyvern tests this way and that way between the trees, gradually finding deep enough water and broad enough passages. This is probably going to take them a while! While the only sound is some birdsong in the trees above the occasional sloshing of the water, Frieda is alert and a bit on edge. There's something eerie about a flooded forest. It combines the "hidden danger" sense of both landscapes.]

I hope it won't take us until after nightfall to find a lake... otherwise, where will be be able to set up camp? What's more, I hope we'll be able to find our way back out afterwards. We can't even lay a trail to help us with that.