She tries for as much silence as she can manage with her heart still pounding in her ears and her breath still coming in pants, watching him as she waits for his answer. He seems to be more in tune with the environment than she is, and she's not sure if that's because he can hear better or if it's due to something else, but she can expend enough trust to believe he wants them to remain safe.

He picks up a stone and sends it into the water, then another. Then a third, and at that point she's wondering why; both why he's doing it and why something feels off, and then he points it out.

She picks up a stone of her own and throws it in, as hard as he just has, and hears nothing either. She looks back at him, shaking her head.

"So what do we do? Move on?"