Redhawk Caldera Though persistence of transliminal circumpenetration does not seem to be the case.

There was conviction in her voice, but it didn't spread at once to his spirit. He chose to believe her, and sat up so that he might seem a bit more convinced, though his heart wasn't in it. Questions raced through his mind alongside doubts, greyhounds chasing after the illusive white hard that was always just out of reach. 

Going out to the seashore was one thing- he'd never been that far, and had little to no experience keeping himself oriented. If the sky was cloudy, he'd have no hope of figuring out which direction was which- and the only consolation was that they would be funneled toward the ocean by two mountain ranges. So long as they remained on flat ground, they should make it. But the suggestion of getting to an island made him tilt his head. 

"An island?" He asked. "But those are like..." There was an island in the lake; he knew the only way to get to it was "We'd have to swim, right? Isn't it....Kinda cold?" Very cold. Not to mention, contending with waves, something he rarely ever had to consider when swimming in the lake.