[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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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.]