As long as we respect the line between "technically still alive" and "for the next few hours before it dies from injuries inflicted." I don't know how effective any healing I could manage right now would be, and I don't want to find out the hard way.
[ A pause. ]
For you, or any fish we catch out in that sea.
[ Regardless, this is now a "we." Someone, somewhere, is proud of her working with a dog (pending that dog is not, in fact, demon possessed. Then it's more foolishness.). ]
Which shoes are those? [ Turning, she sights the flippers, having no real equivalent to call them, looking speculatively between them and her canine companion. Nothing else matches "flat" and "long" or "shoes" in the immediate area, and for someone who is walking around barefoot at the moment, the dog's not referring to anything she's wearing. ] You want to have duck feet? I suppose I can see how that would work... well, let's have at it, then. We'll fit you with these long shoes, see where we are after some practice, and then bag ourselves a large, aggressive fish for our disembodied host.
[ Thus with her one good arm, she'll carefully walk to where the flippers are hanging, keeping her body turned so that she doesn't leave Teddy directly behind her at any point. She's taking a gamble, but not that much of one, undeserved. Holding one of the smaller ones down to about his level, she crouches, quirking up her eyebrows. ]
no subject
[ A pause. ]
For you, or any fish we catch out in that sea.
[ Regardless, this is now a "we." Someone, somewhere, is proud of her working with a dog (pending that dog is not, in fact, demon possessed. Then it's more foolishness.). ]
Which shoes are those? [ Turning, she sights the flippers, having no real equivalent to call them, looking speculatively between them and her canine companion. Nothing else matches "flat" and "long" or "shoes" in the immediate area, and for someone who is walking around barefoot at the moment, the dog's not referring to anything she's wearing. ] You want to have duck feet? I suppose I can see how that would work... well, let's have at it, then. We'll fit you with these long shoes, see where we are after some practice, and then bag ourselves a large, aggressive fish for our disembodied host.
[ Thus with her one good arm, she'll carefully walk to where the flippers are hanging, keeping her body turned so that she doesn't leave Teddy directly behind her at any point. She's taking a gamble, but not that much of one, undeserved. Holding one of the smaller ones down to about his level, she crouches, quirking up her eyebrows. ]
Is this of a size?