"I think after this we'll need a drink." Sonja's less bitten up, or at least less severely, and a quick prioritizing tells her that she should give Balthier the life preserver and take another rope for herself. She raps the side of the boat with her knuckles.

"You pull him up first," she calls, "just toss a secure rope down and I can climb up myself."

She feels the rush of something swimming nearby--it grazes, but doesn't bite down. Playing head games, she's sure. Testing her. As soon as Balthier's up, she's going to have to kill it.