Okay, having caused any amount of retaliatory frustration gives Robin the strength he needs to finally pick his sorry ass up and not just succumb to hypothermia on the edge of a lake. It's going to be a warm night, but right now he's starting to shiver from, you know, being half-drowned in a lake.

He'll wordlessly trudge over to their rock, snatch up his pile of clothes, and start heading back to where everyone had left their stuff some ways from the shore.

Vincent had been worried about the swimming thing earlier... But if it's not a problem, then he doesn't get distracted by it for long. He smiles a little at the simple joy of being outside.

"Yeah, it was... kinda overwhelmin' back in the thick of it, but it hasn't been as bad out here. Maybe it's 'cause the water's so flat? Or maybe it's the open space, I dunno..."

He'll turn his head to point his face in Irahl's direction, lacing his fingers back together behind his head.

"How's the water? You two work it out?"