[He's shy and she's still fixated on forming a plan to save the fishy thing.]
Where do you think he's from then? Sea side or one of the streams?
[Oh shit. It's a fish. Fish need water.]
Oh, no. Hang on love...
[She stands tall and in a blink she's gone, appearing again in the kitchen behind the counter, carefully out of view of those working there. She gives Connal a thumbs up, then poof, she's gone again, appearing across the kitchen where she picks up a large bucket. Another poof, she's at the sink with said bucket, filling it with water.
Poof. She's back at Connal's side, water bucket on the floor beside him.]
There we go. Gotta say, I hope it's the right water for him.
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Where do you think he's from then? Sea side or one of the streams?
[Oh shit. It's a fish. Fish need water.]
Oh, no. Hang on love...
[She stands tall and in a blink she's gone, appearing again in the kitchen behind the counter, carefully out of view of those working there. She gives Connal a thumbs up, then poof, she's gone again, appearing across the kitchen where she picks up a large bucket. Another poof, she's at the sink with said bucket, filling it with water.
Poof. She's back at Connal's side, water bucket on the floor beside him.]
There we go. Gotta say, I hope it's the right water for him.