[Benedikta just watches from where she is on the ground, but she is far too antsy to be relaxed at the sight. The feathers on her wings quiver with anticipation and urgency, and she turns to the otter, who is startled by the look she is giving him.]
And they will be able to get out safely?
[She sees him raise an eyebrow, and she has half a mind to carve it right off his furry little face right now.
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And they will be able to get out safely?
[She sees him raise an eyebrow, and she has half a mind to carve it right off his furry little face right now.
"Aye, of course they will, once there's water."]