Oh heavens no. The list of things she would tolerate happening to her while sitting in a small boat is prohibitively small, and Zagreus is nowhere close to being on it. And he has the nerve to not even let her retreat; one moment she feels his noxious presence spike against her awareness and the next he's almost bumping into the stern of her boat.

She twists around in her seat and immediately regrets it, bristling wildly both at him and the sudden swaying of this useless vessel. "Get lost--" she hisses but then trails off, surprised to see a strange mark on his face. It's not like him to look different unless made to, even in a dream, and the thing doesn't even seem entirely his, somehow. She narrows her eyes to stare at it with a kind of malicious curiosity reserved only for him. "What happened to you?"