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EriNep - Warmth

"Wwell come on, it's not so bad." Nepeta watches the seadweller uncertainly. He is standing amongst the waves as they wash just beneath his shoulders, a depth that would easily be over her head. She swallows, peering down at the tide falling just short of her toes. "Trust me, Nep, I'vve spent my wwhole life livvin' out among these tides an' I'm still bloody wwell alivve," he continues in his watery accent, frowning impatiently with poorly-masked concern, "I'vve not met a wwavve that could take me dowwn an' you'vve got the most dexterity out of any land dwweller I'vve met. There's no reason to be scared." "Sure," she purrs back, "that'