[Need tests the boat. No, it's a stable design but the water's too deep and she's too heavy to climb back in without risk of submerging the side too far and sinking it. She starts to navigate for shallower water but pauses as the walking hut sidles, surprisingly quiet for a house with legs, and then stands on one leg, raising the other towards her so the long toes are spread out only a couple feet or so under the surface.
Need pauses to stare skeptically at it. It doesn't move, quite as if it's become some kind of a statue. She mutters.]
The strangest things... This isn't the time for more tricks, creature.
[No reaction. Well. It's low risk. Need goes for it, keeping the boat close and pulling herself up onto the rootlike toes, which barely move under her. From there she can get into the vessel with only a minor amount of rocking and jostling. The water soaking both women pools in the flat bottom of the little craft, enough to splash. Need starts to propel them forwards with the pole again, keeping an eye on the hut which seems to be following at a discrete distance.
It hasn't escaped her that Frieda is very subdued. She considers how to address the girl. Warmth? Gruff concern? Apologetically? Sharply, to try and jar her out of it? Probably not the last option; Need's unable to read minds right now, so it's hard to know when someone would respond well to being challenged. She'll come in at the edges, she decides, and not ask what happened right away.]
I want to get you warmed up and with dry clothes. Maybe find something to eat or drink, this place has more in that vein than the Cavern or the Desert did.
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Need pauses to stare skeptically at it. It doesn't move, quite as if it's become some kind of a statue. She mutters.]
The strangest things... This isn't the time for more tricks, creature.
[No reaction. Well. It's low risk. Need goes for it, keeping the boat close and pulling herself up onto the rootlike toes, which barely move under her. From there she can get into the vessel with only a minor amount of rocking and jostling. The water soaking both women pools in the flat bottom of the little craft, enough to splash. Need starts to propel them forwards with the pole again, keeping an eye on the hut which seems to be following at a discrete distance.
It hasn't escaped her that Frieda is very subdued. She considers how to address the girl. Warmth? Gruff concern? Apologetically? Sharply, to try and jar her out of it? Probably not the last option; Need's unable to read minds right now, so it's hard to know when someone would respond well to being challenged. She'll come in at the edges, she decides, and not ask what happened right away.]
I want to get you warmed up and with dry clothes. Maybe find something to eat or drink, this place has more in that vein than the Cavern or the Desert did.