"Из всех вещей. " Her voice is low, barely audible over the roar of the waves. Then she speaks up in a more common tongue. "Trying to kill yourself in the sea? Or is the sea angry at you?" The swell had been sudden, unexpected. It's otherwise been a clear winter night, and even now the ocean is calm. She glances out among it warily, wondering if another creature might be spit ashore.
"It does not seem like a wise way to go."