[ His response reassures her and calms the part of her brain that panics. She worries about her human tribemates. They're weaker, and she can't do as much on land to help them. She is, ultimately, a creature of the ocean.
Sand is familiar, at least, a known danger. Katrina leans a little forward, enough to see light glinting off the glaive's blade, and reaches out for it. ]
Is too far. I move, and more sand fall.
[ This is bad. She has to get him out before the sand buries him. There's no rope here, though. No net—
Yes there is. The netting holding her spear in place. ]
I have plan.
[ Shifting away from the hole, Katrina pulls her spear free and sets it behind her, where its weight won't disturb the sand around the tunnel. Then she undoes the netting around her chest and ties it to the end of her spear, where the joing between blade and wood keeps it in place. She yanks at it, and it stays firm. Good.
She approaches the edge of the tunnel again. ]
I tie net to spear. Try to catch glaive with net and pull you.
[ Steadying herself, she starts to carefully lower the spear into the hole, angling it toward where she saw the glaive catch the light. ]
Try not move. Maybe you not so deep.
[ What she wouldn't give for some long, sturdy kelp to throw down for him. Land is terrible. ]
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Sand is familiar, at least, a known danger. Katrina leans a little forward, enough to see light glinting off the glaive's blade, and reaches out for it. ]
Is too far. I move, and more sand fall.
[ This is bad. She has to get him out before the sand buries him. There's no rope here, though. No net—
Yes there is. The netting holding her spear in place. ]
I have plan.
[ Shifting away from the hole, Katrina pulls her spear free and sets it behind her, where its weight won't disturb the sand around the tunnel. Then she undoes the netting around her chest and ties it to the end of her spear, where the joing between blade and wood keeps it in place. She yanks at it, and it stays firm. Good.
She approaches the edge of the tunnel again. ]
I tie net to spear. Try to catch glaive with net and pull you.
[ Steadying herself, she starts to carefully lower the spear into the hole, angling it toward where she saw the glaive catch the light. ]
Try not move. Maybe you not so deep.
[ What she wouldn't give for some long, sturdy kelp to throw down for him. Land is terrible. ]