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ailill watches casually over his shoulder as she nods at his offer. he's relieved. in truth, he wasn't sure what he was going to do with more than one fish. it didn't strike him as practical to have a bunch of food lying around as a lone wolf — it would be too much temptation for other, more unsavory predators; and he wasn't looking to get into a fight over a fucking fish. not to mention, it was going to be a pain in the ass to haul around and find hiding spots for it. don't mention it, he shrugs in idle acceptance of her thank you. ailill blackthorn.

he watches idly as she wads into the water a few feet from his place. he knows it's rude to watch and he tries to curb his curiosity on whether she'd succeed or not — catching fish was harder than it looked — but ultimately he ends up watching her out of the corner of his eye not really paying attention to what he was doing. she makes an impressive lunge but ends up falling in the water. ailill tries not to laugh. he makes a painful effort that shows in the stifle of laughter that ends up being a small snort instead. it's harder than it look; and maybe it's a bit cliche but fish really are slippery bastards.