Clara knew when Artimer came back that he had found no other way across. She took a deep breath as she made her decision, "I'll let you carry me across but you are swimming." Her hand went to her swords hilt in her nervous habit as she looked away from the water and to Artimer, "You don't have to tie a rope to me if you swim I know you wont let me fall off." She gave him a light brave smile, "I trust you."