Clara looks her over as well, making sure there's no blood on her face before lingering on her eyes and smiling. It isn't quite a grin, but there is one dimple before she turns. They fucking survived the dead hands and she's feeling a little giddy about it. She'll feel even better once they're on solid ground.

"An amazing fucking idea. Careful," she murmurs mostly to herself as she walks carefully. It's incredibly difficult not to run the last few steps, but she stays calm and steady. There's a low creak with one step to go and she doesn't hesitate then, springing and doing a leap onto the grass.

"No more boats, not in Serthica ever again for as long as we're here." Her hands are on her knees, and then she lets out a triumphant laugh that's only the slightest bit shaky. "We made it, though."