"Oh!" Amika startles a little, much of her focus having expressly been on not falling, or at least, not thinking of falling. She doesn't think herself in actual danger, but the ocean does look frightfully cold.

She turns and, rather meekly, follows Codi's suggestion. She is quite conscious still that on the ship, she is still more extra weight than she is of use, and is always inclined to do as she is told.

"It is kind of you to worry, frowe. But I must stumble a while if I am to someday walk properly." She too frowns a little, glancing down at her own feet. "I should perhaps be grateful that I am not queasy..."