The water is, she realizes, coming up fast and in the distress of that, she tries to think of how to sing against a tune when she barely gets how to sing with it. But she will try anything to keep them both from drowning.

When Lan Wangji lowers like that, America's eyes widen. It's obvious what he means, and she can't leave him there for long - he'll end up drowning, and yet, she still takes time out to protest.

"What about you?" America asks, even as she scrambles to get on Lan Wangji's shoulders.

And sing? Sing? Wait. She knows this one - they sing it sometimes, in the village. She heard it a couple of times, at least. She starts to hum along, trying to find the words.