No. She wasn't certain. But they had to try. So she nodded. Her toes had lost purchase on the table and again her legs were kicking again her skirts, each movement stinging her bruised ankle. The current pulled her toward the sea away from Mr. Prewett which in turn led her to wrapping another arm around him. She hated that she was clinging to him, his rib couldn't take it, she knew, but it she didn't she didn't know if she could keep herself from being dragged out to see. "We have to try." The water and rain was cold on her skin and her teeth were chattering already. They wouldn't survive much longer in the water, a voice in the back of her mind told her, memories of healing those injuried in the ship crash this spring coming back to her.