What if she's tired of being careful? There's a limit on how much one can fight and fail to exert control. To give into someone else's desire might be freedom of a different name, and the water desires her. Isn't the point to fall in, when she steps out in the hopes that she can leave this eternal chill behind? But someone stops her, interrupting that call from the deep with a very human touch, and Vanessa nearly flinches from the earnest wish of it. A much gentler calling, but enough to momentarily break her spell.

Of course, someone who had made a wish for the sake of an entire city would be the type to be sincere in her heroism, but Vanessa still feels bittersweet about the disruption. Someone who makes such selfless wishes would be better helping those who are not yet lost to the cause.

"Was that real?" Vanessa has more reason than most to question if she really was just in a boat sharing her deepest desire with the man in white.