It’s kind of Adrasteia to take on the wishing of luck -- Richard only has a mild, “Mm,” in reserve to offer in the dark. It has occurred to him they have no way of knowing if this rope is long enough or if they will need more of it. Or have more of it.

He sighs to himself and waits until she is well gone over the edge to ask of the other two:

“Do either of you have additional rope?”