As soon as the rope is untied, Caitlyn reaches out to grab the dinghy to prevent it floating away. She hadn't thought of that, had she? It's probably alright. There's hardly any current. Tentatively, she lets go, and the boat remains bobbing where it is, at least for the moment.

She nods to Eda, taking her words as an agreement not to use the boat. At least not unless it really becomes necessary. "Let's toss the rope to it."

She shines the flashlight back on the spot where the splash had been. There's still something there, some indistinguishable shape. A face, perhaps. It's hard to make out.

"Can you hear me?" she calls out. "We're going to throw a rope out. Are you able to pull yourself to shore?"

The wailing continues unabated.