"That... seems like a great way to end up trying not to drown again," Eda points out.

She sighs, and raps the nails of one hand against her arm as she debates something. "Whatever. I'll see if I've got enough juice to fly--it's not exactly far."

She reaches into her hair and digs around a bit in a way that doesn't quite seem to make sense with the amount of space she should actually have in there. After a few seconds she pulls out what currently appears to be a small wooden owl.