Perrine smirked when she saw that he was sliding all over the place in the sand, but as he was remaining upright, doing a better job than she'd expected, and might be offended if she offered help (she got the sense he might), she didn't say anything. "Ah, here we are." And indeed, they'd arrived at the water's edge. There was a slight incline here and to the untrained eye, it looked like everything was just sea from here on out; it appeared to be the same from the sea, which is why the sandbars were such a hazard for ships especially on moonless nights. Luckily, they had a crescent moon tonight and no clouds, just enough of a marker in the sky for Perrine to know which way to go across the shallows. "This way." Without looking back, Perrine waded into the water and started sloshing across, assuming Anthony would follow, forgetting that she hadn't mentioned the shallows only got to six inches deep and it was barely a two-minute walk across with no current to upset one's balance.