Raven tensed once more as Scharf began circling around her. She followed his movements with her eyes, and underneath her black cloak that covered her body, her hands clenched nervously. Her expression once more became hard, and when she spoke there was a slight edge to it, with a hint of nervousness, "I'm sorry, but I really rather not."
She hoped there wouldn't be any more discussion about it. She took another glance at the water and turned away. Of course she wouldn't say, but in reality, she was not fond of water. She could sometimes boat or swim across ponds or small lakes when she has to, but she'll never do it for fun. And even when she is in the water, she stayed very close to the edge and rocks, making sure her feet could touch the buttom floor. Large lakes and the ocean, however, she could not handle. This lake didn't appear to big, however.
"You four can if you like," Raven continued in a more gentle way, resuming its natural tone.