Maybe we could go back, (Yasha says fruitlessly, knowing there's no way they're going to make it back to a sunken island with human lung capacity any time soon (and that's assuming the island is even there any more, as they seem to change around a lot when nobody is looking). But she feels like she has to make some kind of suggestion in the face of... all of this.) Or talk to somebody else who was there, see if they know anything about how to fix it? Or slow it down, or...

(She exhales, frustrated. If only Jester were here. Yasha misses her.

Her head snaps up at the sound of splintering bone.)

Beau? (Beau is staring at the back of her newly wounded hand, at something protruding from the sudden split of her skin. Yasha stares along with her. How did she do that?) What did you- I don't think that you should touch that.