[She's looking around this little cove—though there is not much to see, just a lot of rock—when she hears him grunting and trying to move the boat, and she watches him for a moment...
...
... before the wind curls beneath it, lifting the water and the boat along with it, creating waves to help him carry it up onto the ledge. You're welcome.
And her hiss when she lowers her hand again echoes through this little cave.]
If not, I will just fly back.
[Ignore the fact that one of her shoulders is currently bleeding, but she would use her wings anyway.]
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... before the wind curls beneath it, lifting the water and the boat along with it, creating waves to help him carry it up onto the ledge. You're welcome.
And her hiss when she lowers her hand again echoes through this little cave.]
If not, I will just fly back.
[Ignore the fact that one of her shoulders is currently bleeding, but she would use her wings anyway.]