[ Daud does as he's bid, having picked up on what Rocket's trying to do; he feeds the soaked fabric out to let the weight carry it down to the river, but it doesn't sink all the way down before he's teleporting onto the unsteady boat, hooves finding their footing easily despite the brief pitch and roll when the rocks make contact and anchor into the river bed to pull the boat up short. ]

I'll take these. <small.[ Daud fills Rocket in, briefly, before picking up two children faster than they can think to squall in distress and vanishing out of sight again, materializing on the shore. There are plenty more still to fish out, but that's two less to worry about, at least. ]