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It was not too surprising that Cecilia couldn't tell the difference between a shark's fin and a dolphin's fin. However, she didn't have time to reflect on this new bit of experience, as Neric then splashed both her and James with water. Thoroughly shocked, she rose her arms along with the shaft of her paddle in a knee-jerk attempt at blocking the oncoming water, unsurprisingly unsuccessful as she was splashed, partially soaked. As she had suspected, the lake water was profoundly cold and she could feel it all the way through her clothes, the wind being knocked out of her so to speak. She gasped, her hands subconsciously and hurriedly over her upper arms. A split second later, she remembered her oar, which had started to drop into the lake. She outstretch her hand to reclaim it, grabbing hold of it just before it went beyond her reach, the boat rocking considerably before settling. Cecilia gripped her paddle close to her chest and tighter than ever, her heart racing. "I think so..." she ended up saying in a small, trembling voice.