[ Kimmuriel squints up at her, temporarily dazzled by the change in light levels. He doesn't look happy, but he's at least got enough wits and strength about him to clamber out of the barrel entirely, landing on the deck in an ungainly manner. He smells faintly of apples; the barrel smells far more strongly of them.
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He takes a breath of fresh air. ]
Better than Surface fruit, [ he mutters. ]