It wasn't the sea, and being stared at wasn't as great a danger as before, but it was only by the water that Guinevere could breathe. There were no threats, not the sort that had existed near Camelot. She didn't have to worry about bandits or men seizing her, but that was replaced instead by unseen Observers and strange creatures that looked like they existed in her worst nightmares.

What was there to do in these moments of confusion and frustration? The only answer she knew was to go to the water. She couldn't swim, but the springs were still warm. Careful to leave on her chemise, she slipped into the pool, dipping her head beneath the surface to be fully submerged. Maybe it did come back to being stared at? Wasn't that what the Observers were doing?

She pushed herself up, taking a deep breath as she rubbed the water from her eyes. There was something shuffling around in the brush, near where she left her cloak and dress. She could see the fabric being pulled, held firm in the snout of something that looked like a mix of a crocodile and dog. She grabbed a stick as it began to lumber towards the bushes. "No! Hey, drop that! Stop!" She tried to whack it, hitting the ground near its feet. "Bring those back!"