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It seemed as if nothing she said had sank in. Preeti watched in dismay as he clumsily lunged, again and again, for fish, before finally giving it up and returning to the shore. Nahin, she breathed, summoning patience for this interaction as well. Turns out that water creatures weren't the only ones that needed to be handled with care.

You have to strike once, and once only, she explained, looking at the man with a steady gaze. You either catch a fish or you don't. Either way, you have to wait before you try again. Be still. Or else you scare them. She dipped her muzzle toward the water, in which the writhing school was clearly visible beneath the surface.

Preeti stared at him, willing him to understand despite their language barrier. Try again when they are calm, she insisted gently. Wait for them to come close to you. Then, you strike. Samjhe?