It probably looked comical at first. The tail of Rialynn's bandanna snagged on a splinter as she walked past the mast, so while her legs kept walking, the top half of her bowed back with a squawk of surprise. While she took care to secure the bandanna on a daily basis, that didn't keep the entire thing from slipping right off her head.

Then the wind took care of the rest, and Rialynn's sheepish surprise turned to outright horror. "No! No no no no no!" She nearly skidded onto her face as she hastily whirled around, making a frantic grab for her treasure, but it was too late. Desperate, the young bard dashed across the deck, boots thumping on the wooden planks, and she crashed right into the railing as she strained forward. She almost went over the side, and honestly, she was on the verge of climbing down to the wing herself when Jack stepped up with a rope in hand. Her eyes were wide as she turned to look at him.

She couldn't ask him to do this for her. The bandanna was the last remnant she had of a person she'd revered, and if it was lost at this height, it would likely be gone for good. She didn't think twice about the dangers if she herself went after it, and she surely would have, but he was already sliding down.

Rialynn skittered along the side of the railing to follow his progress, casting a nervous glance at his rope. It looked like it was going to hold, but even so, a fall from this height would surely kill him. "C...come on, this is crazy, even for you!" she protested, shaking her head. "I'm sure it'll stay there until we land!"

She was such a lousy liar, but if he died trying to get her bandanna back, it would tear her apart.