After a few minutes of Eric being in the lower deck of the Dutchman, Silena had jumped down, not caring exactly of the splash she made, but with the slight crouch, had stood and looked to Eric with guilt. Her bright blue eyes not as bright as they use to be. Walking over as her boots had swished in the water, seeing him on his knees, trying to get up, only the pains of the whip were stopping him. "Here." Her voice soft, though slightly demanding. "Let me help you sew that up." She tried to reach over to help him, hoping though he would let her help him.