[The murkiness of the River here makes it hard to tell if Frieda reacted at all. If she did, it's not enough to bring her out of it on her own. Need presses her lips together, then nods to herself in a resigned way.]
All right.
[She hunkers down in the boat, gets her legs over the side, and heaves herself over into water that comes halfway up her chest, feet pressing soft decaying plant fibers and mud. Would she have to be fully submerged to see the effect herself, or would putting her face in be enough? Need can't get a good grip on anything with her head above water, but she has her feet and the pole. Between them she can push Frieda up enough to get hold of the girl and haul her up, get her head against Need's shoulder.]
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All right.
[She hunkers down in the boat, gets her legs over the side, and heaves herself over into water that comes halfway up her chest, feet pressing soft decaying plant fibers and mud. Would she have to be fully submerged to see the effect herself, or would putting her face in be enough? Need can't get a good grip on anything with her head above water, but she has her feet and the pole. Between them she can push Frieda up enough to get hold of the girl and haul her up, get her head against Need's shoulder.]
Here you are. I've got you.