[Stone rides out the jolt like he would a sudden burst of wind: arms out a little for balance, gripping at the wood with his bare toes, and scowling.]

If we feel like being contrary, I'm still pretty sure I could get us all back to shore. Unless this dream-magic keeps me from shapeshifting, I suppose.

[For now, he peers out over the water, looking for what they might be heading towards.]

Though if we're already on a ride, might as well see what's on the other side of Beacon's lake. Maybe find out if it's close enough for me to fly across it, in waking-Beacon.