You swim up to the woman, close enough to touch. She continues to sing her sad song. You slowly whisper "It's okay. I hear you." Nothing changes. You get even closer, such that your face is less than a foot from hers. You touch one of her chained hands. The hand is on fire. You pull back your hand, and shake it in the water.
> Comfort the woman
> Comfort the woman
> Comfort the woman
You swim up to the woman, close enough to touch. She continues to sing her sad song. You slowly whisper "It's okay. I hear you." Nothing changes. You get even closer, such that your face is less than a foot from hers. You touch one of her chained hands. The hand is on fire. You pull back your hand, and shake it in the water.