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She shrugged her shoulders, admittedly unsure of the answer. I d-do...don't explore, really, Ying said. Her improving grammar was a source of great pride. We can find one? The three ditches that had been dug were a good starting point, but a deep, deep part of her wanted to keep going. Hearing Nuga struggle helped to calm her nerves a bit, allowing her to see how helpful beach traps could be in the long run.

Too cold, maybe. You sit and I dig, okay? Next time, we fish in a pond. Hua probably wouldn't have been happy if she knew how hard Ying was pushing their new guest. With that thought in mind, she hesitantly went back to working, ears perked for the continuation of conversation.