Stavanger Bay her early leaf's a flower

She has to swim to Appeh. 

It's easy, she's done it before but he'd never been that far and she's never been this high. Her head turns to glance back at Amayo, trying to understand why she had to do it. They can go back the way they'd came, right? Her jaw tightens and she remembers the warily panic, however brief it had been, and despite the calm now, it had been there. Perhaps they cannot go back the way they'd came, something blocking their way. Qilaq swings her head again, behind her, and sees nothing out of the ordinary.

If she can't go back, neither can Amayo, and with as much comfort as that's able to bring, she puts her attention once more on Appeh down below. The nudges she receives inch her close, one small step after the other, but her hesitation remains apparent. It goes against everything her body tells her, keeping her currently rooted to the stones beneath her feet when she's nearly two feet from the ledge. She trembles, taking in a slow breath to try and steel herself so neither of those she loved most could see but with little success.

Fly, she hears, and it is only a fraction of a second before her feet are off the ground. Haphazardly swinging but in the right direction but she does not fly. Her limbs flail as she falls heavily down the side of the ledge. It is over before she's able to really figure out she's not soaring down gracefully but inhaling gasps of water once she submerges. 

Panic gives her another surge forward, surfacing the rocky water, and she inhales air and more water and everything hurts. Qilaq doesn't stay afloat long before she dips back down to a few seconds later breaching the surface again, this time several feet closer to the shore. It isn't enough to leave her hope as she struggles forward, forgetting everything she'd once been taught to do in the water.