[He shrinks, but… it doesn’t quite feel like resistance. For a moment, she holds on.

[But this has to be a puzzle, and they can solve it. A squeeze, then she withdraws, about to offer new speculation except the boat immediately begins to tilt again.

[It… wasn’t. For a few seconds, there. It held steady.

[Caitlyn glances at sloshing sides. Back to her fellow prisoner at sea. Tentatively, watching, reaches forward again…]