[The smile Palamedes manages is not in any way having a good time, but it is grateful, and also a little, hm, strained? He's not so much freaking out as welcoming back the dread he is now accustomed to; it's a different kind of grimace.
So, here he goes, trudging dutifully through the shallows and hating it like one might hate a particularly grueling plate of brussels sprouts, and—
And he is streamlining, so after he's made it to waist high in the water he sighs, shuts his eyes, and just flops face first the rest of the way into the water. In his defense, he's never been taught to elegantly dive. It's fine.]
[He suppresses a giggle at the flopping, and reaches out to take the other's hand. The miqo'te seems pretty comfortable, so hopefully that'll put the other at ease. Even if it doesn't, he'll start to tug the other along.]
[He can swim at a decent clip and pull a lot of weight, so it's no problem if Palamedes wants to hang on.]
[If he doesn't? Well, he can always slow down. He runs a hand through the algae or whatever it is that's glowing, and chuckles as he watches some of it cling to his hand. It's so interesting... if he could figure out what it's made of, maybe he could help other people breathe underwater, too.]
[Palamedes would like to dissociate and just appear at the boats, frankly, but if he must be pulled along through the water, he will deal with it. He makes a paltry effort to kick his feet, which isn't entirely his reluctance to be down here at all - he literally doesn't know how to swim all that well. It's a guess; there's kicking involved? He had one swimming lesson.
But he definitely does not want to touch the algae, staring at it suspiciously when some of it floats way too close to his face. Nope, this is definitely not to be trusted, ew...
Well, maybe he should put some in a jar. He didn't bring any jars. He looks at Nara'a, gesturing with one hand to indicate the glowing stuff and then... miming grabbing a handful of it? You know, because he's not touching that gross slime. He has limits.]
[Nara'a, evidently, has no such limits - he reaches out with his free hand and scoops some of it up. It's... squishy. Like algae probably should be.]
[It sticks to his hand somewhat and glows, and he laughs - it's clear from his body language, even if the sound is muffled. He carefully fishes out a handkerchief with one hand and wipes the slime on it. Now the handkerchief is glowing.]
[He nods and folds it carefully and tucks it into the fanny pack. Science! Or magic. Same thing.]
[He continues kicking along, holding onto Pal carefully. He keeps an eye out for any monsters, but they seem to be avoiding the area. For now, at least.]
[Which is good because while he can swim underwater just fine, fighting underwater is a different skill that he's not nearly as good at.]
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So, here he goes, trudging dutifully through the shallows and hating it like one might hate a particularly grueling plate of brussels sprouts, and—
And he is streamlining, so after he's made it to waist high in the water he sighs, shuts his eyes, and just flops face first the rest of the way into the water. In his defense, he's never been taught to elegantly dive. It's fine.]
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[He can swim at a decent clip and pull a lot of weight, so it's no problem if Palamedes wants to hang on.]
[If he doesn't? Well, he can always slow down. He runs a hand through the algae or whatever it is that's glowing, and chuckles as he watches some of it cling to his hand. It's so interesting... if he could figure out what it's made of, maybe he could help other people breathe underwater, too.]
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But he definitely does not want to touch the algae, staring at it suspiciously when some of it floats way too close to his face. Nope, this is definitely not to be trusted, ew...
Well, maybe he should put some in a jar. He didn't bring any jars. He looks at Nara'a, gesturing with one hand to indicate the glowing stuff and then... miming grabbing a handful of it? You know, because he's not touching that gross slime. He has limits.]
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[It sticks to his hand somewhat and glows, and he laughs - it's clear from his body language, even if the sound is muffled. He carefully fishes out a handkerchief with one hand and wipes the slime on it. Now the handkerchief is glowing.]
[Neat.]
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eugh.
Palamedes makes a face and huffs a bunch of bubbles, like, great, he didn't plan this far ahead. Ahem- where does he put this stuff.
Well, he can offer... his fanny pack? He unhooks it to hold it up, tugging it open. Here, please deposit the sludgy handkerchief in here.]
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[He continues kicking along, holding onto Pal carefully. He keeps an eye out for any monsters, but they seem to be avoiding the area. For now, at least.]
[Which is good because while he can swim underwater just fine, fighting underwater is a different skill that he's not nearly as good at.]