[It's still of interest to him -- even when he sees it's nothing quite as baffling as writhing eels caught on his line, even if it's just junk, it's hers regardless, and he treats each one with a kindness and the quiet regard that it deserves. Each one hinges on his hook and is reeled in without issue. Pulled out of the water, remarked upon, and examined in a few moments of quiet consideration.
And, eventually, each one is returned to the heart of the water, allowed to sink to the bottom from where it came.
[ She's long since zoned out, honestly, sitting in the shallows a little bit behind him with the cold water running over her skin. She looks up at him drowsily when he speaks, and answers without really thinking about it, ]
Whenever you want, it's fine.
[ A standing invitation to come poke around whenever, even if she'll shout about it in the waking world first. ]
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And, eventually, each one is returned to the heart of the water, allowed to sink to the bottom from where it came.
And also, finally:]
Thanks for letting me fish for a little.
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Whenever you want, it's fine.
[ A standing invitation to come poke around whenever, even if she'll shout about it in the waking world first. ]