At first, they are about to reply, but the conversation moves away quickly from fish anatomy. The warrior flexes their toes in the shallow, gently moving water in perplexion, looking from Snailriver to the molly who went and actually caught another fish.
"If we were to start judging that now, she would be," they agree. They could imagine that Ternsky was the more responsible and logical one out of the two of them, even if the tom tried to flaunt his stuff. Sassafrasfire wasn't going to take it, at least. Just then, his voice snaps them back out of their thoughts. They figured he was right- Standing in the cold flow of water might be pleasant now, but they wouldn't be able to keep it up. Almost reluctantly, the warrior slips up the bank towards their companions, soaked but far more interested in the meal rather than drying off. Looking from the fish Ternsky had caught to Snailriver, they ask almost slyly,
"So about what was bothering you earlier.."
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