"The sooner, the better," he says with an attempt at a smile. It's not the first time he's been injured, not the first time he's plunged overboard, and far from his first brush with death. It's not funny, but hell, now that he's over the shock of nearly drowning, there's no point being too dour about it.

The lantern will stay as high as he can reach. That's his real priority. He can hold his breath for a while if he has to, if somehow he slips back down again, or is struck by the churning debris of ferry and docks and supplies spilling out everywhere. Robin warned him that the lanterns would be put out by being doused in the lake, and that's one of the few things he'll absolutely believe from her without questioning it. Even if it's somehow not true for the others, it's probably true for him.