Eurydice's choice would be to return to the grove she'd been dancing in while Orpheus played, only this time, she wouldn't step on a viper and die in his arms. She glances back to the dock, concern tugging her lovely mouth into a frown when the boat is no longer there.

"You are kind to offer, Remylebeau," she thanks him, the muscles in her left leg working effortlessly to push her into a standing position. He still has her ankle, but she won't ask for it back, because he'll surely let it go to stand. A gentle breeze ruffles her chiton and shifts the heavy waves of her dark red hair. The nymph makes no attempt to control either, her hands still holding the strange items she'd been given. "Are there oak trees here, do you think?"

She might as well make the best of the situation until she understands it a little better.