[Edna can't see at all right now; wet hair plastered to her face. And with her hands more concerned trying to keep herself afloat, she's forced to trust whatever help she can get. Even if she only heard part of the girl's cry in between the splashing she's making and the weird muted sounds that she picks up when she falls under the water.
But she's probably(?) doing her best to make her way to the sounds of what seems to be other people.
There's no chance she wants to let herself die in such a pathetic way just because she got a little over confident.]
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But she's probably(?) doing her best to make her way to the sounds of what seems to be other people.
There's no chance she wants to let herself die in such a pathetic way just because she got a little over confident.]