[ Rem continues to look at the small hermit crab held within her palms, frowning for a few moments more until-- at last-- her shoulders slope, and she lets out a breath. ]
You're right. I suppose I couldn't. [ A rueful smile colors her tone, but she eventually shifts, standing up to greet him properly. ] Let's find others.
[ Rem places the dead crab, shell and all, in a satchel. ] They can't all be sea gull fodder. [ A pause. ] Can they?
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You're right. I suppose I couldn't. [ A rueful smile colors her tone, but she eventually shifts, standing up to greet him properly. ] Let's find others.
[ Rem places the dead crab, shell and all, in a satchel. ] They can't all be sea gull fodder. [ A pause. ] Can they?