[True, it could be worse - if nothing else they can still clearly make out Avalon's shoreline from here. But the lake is full of creatures - territorial fuath, soul-eating merrows, and god-knows-what else -, so he doesn't want to take any chances, given that the swim, even propelled ahead by water magic, would likely take longer than on the fast deinosuchus' back.]

Let me give it a try! The last thing we need is for some other monster to challenge us on the way.

[He narrows his eyes at the White Cliffs behind the helmet, summons a large fireball and sends it straight up into the sky like a flare. Once it reaches a certain height he makes it combust into a large fiery flower. For several moments he keeps his eyes trained on the far shore, then he does a little fist pump.]

It's coming! It really was perched there! Sometimes it's not all bad to have it stalking me.