<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0y8wEtc.jpg)  </div><br/>As her companions spoke below, Zabeth worked carefully and quickly with one of the coils of rope that they'd found. The tiny bed might make a suitable anchor, she decides, although the wood looks as though it might snap... the lumber, though, seems fresh enough.  "Alright then--" she says softly, tying an overhand knot right in the mists of a six-foot length of rafter wood as big as her thigh.  Her headache faded now, she was utterly consumed in the task... the gnawing pit of shame deep in her chest has given way to the occupation at hand, the fact that down the pit were her compatriots, and they needed her help.<br/><br/>Cinching the knot, she repeats the process and adds a second loop to support weight, then places the wood across the bottom of the doorframe into darkness.  There, braced against the ground, it looks stable enough.. she quickly ties a knot two feet down, then another two feet further, then again and again until she's reached the twenty-foot mark.  She repositions the lantern at the top and lowers the rope from the door until its end splashes and floats in the dark water.  "Here," she calls softly-- then pauses as she sees the two of them down in the water, "Both okay down there?"  She speaks quieter to herself, then-- "... still naked?  Need warming up..?"