Stavanger Bay inspecting the damages

Saskia's head was ducked low, almost enough for the crab to scuttle along the sand. It reached for the dirt with a few of its armored limbs, like a hand sprouting from her face, but couldn't quite reach. The girl wanted to shake her head and try to get the creature off - but each little movement made the pinching hurt more and more; her tongue hurt the most, but her chin would be inflamed for a few days too. She gave a whine, her eyes going from wide-as-plates to narrow, and she looked at Charon as if to expect aid - but he wasn't doing anything. Except laughing.

She shifted in to a "downward facing dog" posture with her butt in the air, letting the crab settle upon the sand with the hope it would release her and take its escape; however, it sat idly in front of her narrow snout, clinging tightly to her tongue instead. Through Charon's laughter, Saskia felt herself grow hot with frustration and embarrassment. She looked at him through the corner of her eye, and then tried to ask for help - but the sound that came out was muffled. "Th'aron, hel'th me, plea'th!"