No.

How far can he have gone??  - Farther, she supposes, than if the most recent human had cooperated with her helping him - alright, that's enough trying to look with her eyes; this is what magic is for.  Where is he.

Over there, descending underwater.

That's so - it's nothing she can't deal with, as long as she acts fast.  She can move very quickly, near-instantaneously, on this scale, when she sustains the right note - the thing to be careful of here is that she doesn't run into him, and also doesn't hit him with the force of the water she's pushing against; that slows her down...

It's much slower going on the way up.  She's pretty sure he's not supposed to bend in all those places (her own arm certainly doesn't, and those seem pretty fundamentally similar otherwise), and if swimming into him would be a problem then dragging him too quickly will also be.  So she keeps to her best guess at a safe pace.

But it can't be truly safe, because now he's had to have been down here for several times as long as she was ever clinging to the side of the boat.  So, ♫ heeyyy this human, aaaaare you like, aliiiiiiive?? ♫

Maaaaaybe?

♫ Be more alive than that!! ♫

Wow being more alive than that sucks actually? These creatures definitely can't breathe water.

- Okay she's going to make this one calm.  She can pep him back up when they get to the surface.

No she fucking isn't.

...What.

Okay, well, if he wants to struggle himself back into unconsciousness she will let him do that.

He doesn't seem thrilled about it, but he stops trying to breathe so much! And clings to her cooperatively!

Okay, good.  Good human.  Her skin is rough and not great for touching, but she hopes that the way humans come wrapped up is protecting them from the worst of it.  She hasn't smelled blood yet, in any case, which is kind of a miracle.  And it's not really the biggest issue, here.  Not worth worrying about.

The thing is that Cyllene could have seen this piece of big ship debris coming from farther away, if she'd been paying attention to looking out for that sort of thing instead of paying attention to not knocking this human around.  And what a foolish mistake, when she can sing herself more attention - she'll start on that in a moment.  For now, she needs to get them out of the way while still not knocking this human around - it would be easy enough if it were just her, but -

She jukes that way, toward the big ship, which is a bad idea because there's more debris that way, and the whole ship is going down - where's the little ship - on the other side?? - okay, she's going to dive lower, and go under the big ship; she'll have to avoid it but hopefully the belly will stay in mostly one piece, and they'll be protected in its shadow from the more erratic debris.

He can't go on not-breathing-too-much forever.

Ugh, okay.  She adjusts her grip back to account for the lack of cooperative clinging, and sings up her concentration, and - okay, time to come out from under the ship and back into the debris - there's a lot of it and now that she has more concentration, concentration has stopped being the limiting factor.  She dodges some even though it means being more rough with him than she really would like, and in one case she has to just curl around him and let herself take the hit.  She has to spend a full song-length to heal herself from that, especially since she takes it in the ribs, and - okay, is he just dead now?

Yeah.

Okay.  Okay, she can fix that, but it will take a while and be really tiring and who knows how many new problems will happen while she does.

So she takes him to the small ship, and pushes his body up over the side, and flips back down to collect the other straggling floaters.  If they show any signs of resistance she's not going to hesitate on trying to sing them calm; she needs this to be fast.

"Your highness?" croaks the other one. "Your highness!"

(The small ship won't be able to hold everybody.)

Why can't ONE thing go right for her right now!  (Okay, the calm working on everyone else even though it didn't work on the dead one is, she supposes, one thing going right.)

But ugh.  FINE.  She finds other floating things to put NEXT to the small ship, and drapes the last few humans on those as she sings them alert, and - if she revives the dead one now there are still just going to keep being new storm problems.  She attempts to gesture to the small-ship humans that she wants to get them that way; are they able to communicate any ideas about how to make that easier?

She wants them to - what, row in that direction? It's pretty hard to make any progress in these waves but they can sort of try??

Oh, cool, some seaweed that's ship-stuff.  If she snatches one end of it can she get them to keep holding onto the other end?

They can tie this end of the rope to the rowboat?

Oh, that's even better, actually.  That's much better.

She thinks that probably humans in a ship are more durable than ones by themselves, so she lets herself go faster than she did in ferrying any of the individuals, though she's still careful about the speeding-up and slowing-down parts.

Out!  Of the!  Storm!

This human resumes trying to squeeze water out of "your highness".