[ She doesn't know what she's feeling when it comes trembling back up the threads of her magic, not at first – only that she does feel it. It tastes like the tang of an ocean breeze on her tongue and she realizes only a moment before she feels the presence at her back that her call has been answered. The floor rolls under her feet and her legs ache with the effort of staying upright. It's a relief to be anchored and held securely to the ship, even if she can't quite bring herself to trust what's holding her there just yet. ]

Yes. Or at least – I hope that you might. [ Despite the rain and the crashing waves around them, her mouth feels dry. She sees the vague shape of him out of the corner of her eye but doesn't let herself turn to see him yet, just in case what she sees makes her lose her nerve. ] If things keep up like this, the Omen will sink, won't it? [ She doesn't wait for an answer. As if she needs one, with the ship lurching and rolling like it is. ] I need to stop it. I can't do it alone, but I can't let everyone here just...

[ She can't bring herself to say it, as if putting their fates into words might seal them. Instead, she swallows and forces her voice to stay steady. ]

Please. Will you help me?