[There's a cut off shriek as she hits the water, arms and legs flailing slightly before her feet find the bottom and she's standing again. She's soaked. And a bit cold and she's trying to glare at Merlin, arms wrapped around herself as she heads back to the shore slowly and carefully. Jeans are difficult to maneuver when they're soaked.]
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God damn it. I'm wide awake, now. That's cold.