Cosette's vision is uncertain at best, and she's far enough off shore that she can't be certain that she hears someone else calling out, asking if she needs help. Still, considering the circumstances, she can't take the risk that someone isn't calling out, so Cosette shouts again, waving one arm frantically in the air as she attempts to keep Spencer afloat in the other.
"Yes, please. Help us!" Her words are slurring together, as if she were drunk, and Cosette doesn't know how much longer she can keep her eyes open.
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Date: 2014-05-22 11:00 am (UTC)"Yes, please. Help us!" Her words are slurring together, as if she were drunk, and Cosette doesn't know how much longer she can keep her eyes open.