Into the swamp

Tentatively, you lower yourself into the swamp. If she's not along the shore, she must be deeper in, which means you'll need to swim if you want a solution to your current lower body issue. It takes longer than you find comfortable to get used to the strange sliding motion, which is rather awkward compared to swimming or walking, but a smooth and efficient way to travel. Before long, you've reached the tree line without much exertion. Peering closely through the interwoven trunks and vines, you can just barely make out a glimpse of some lighter wood, and figure that's a good enough place to aim for. You weave around trees and other general debris, lightly swatting at a few mosquitoes and flies that bother you from time to time.

It's hard to judge distance due to the nature of your movement, but you figure you must have gone about half a mile before you break the treeline again, entering into what would be a rather nice clearing, if the floor wasn't murky swamp water. In the exact center, built on top of the first solid land you've seen, is a small wooden hut, the walls made of a lighter oak than the surrounding trees. The land extends out from it a short ways, and you're able to reach it in a few more seconds, your legs reforming and dress reappearing as you leave the water.

It's a well built, though slightly small house, showing no signs of wear and tear, a small porch leading up to a heavy door. There are windows scattered rather haphazardly, and you can see through a few on the front, showing glances of exactly what you'd expect to find in a witch's home, general messes of arcana and alchemical objects strewn around. A small chimney extends from the opposite side, and as you watch you notice a faint trail of smoke leading up into the air.