[Shadowheart knows what an oar is and the basics of how they work, even if she's never, to her knowledge, used one. Or been in a boat. Or been out in open water by any means. Or, really, been within about five feet of open water. It's with great gingerness that she steps into the boat, feels it rock beneath her, and very nearly decides to turn around.

Scratch, completely unperturbed, hops in, which only makes the boat rock more.]

What if the boat capsizes on top of us? Or a fish hits it hard enough to puncture it? Or there is something large and hungry down there waiting for us? Or there's a sudden thunderstorm?

[It's a bright, sunny day, no hint of a cloud anywhere to be seen, but Shadowheart's imagination is running away a bit.

She grips the paddle for dear life. Scratch thumps his tail against the bottom of the canoe and hangs his head over the edge to look into the water, his ears perking up at the sight of some small fish circling.]