Kenza
That kind of praise when rescuing a merman from a thing of the sea was...
She doesn't even know what to think. It makes her giddy, in a way, feels like the highest form of praise and approval. She bites her lip in concentration, fencing with the little octopus for a short moment before it beings to properly take hold of the driftwood. Ah-ha! Carefully she maneuvers the stick to keep it lodged under her foot as she reaches for a new lance.
She's completely focused on her task, poking and prodding at the tip of the last tentacle clutching to Hadama, trying to entice it into picking dry, brittle wood over nice and firm merman forearm.
If it lets go completely then sheesh, it needs to get its priorities straight. She can kinda see where the octopus is coming from in this case.
She doesn't even know what to think. It makes her giddy, in a way, feels like the highest form of praise and approval. She bites her lip in concentration, fencing with the little octopus for a short moment before it beings to properly take hold of the driftwood. Ah-ha! Carefully she maneuvers the stick to keep it lodged under her foot as she reaches for a new lance.
She's completely focused on her task, poking and prodding at the tip of the last tentacle clutching to Hadama, trying to entice it into picking dry, brittle wood over nice and firm merman forearm.
If it lets go completely then sheesh, it needs to get its priorities straight. She can kinda see where the octopus is coming from in this case.
