Ankyra Sound a shadow of the past

she gives and she takes.

if isengard would've had the energy to, he might've let out a small noise of agreement. as he doesn't, he lets out a small breath instead. a pale, weak shadow of himself, at the moment.

he is surprised, albeit relieved when she begins to detangle him from the seaweed. he shrugs out when it is loose enough, pulling himself out on his belly.

it, unfortunately, expels most of the energy he'd managed to gather since his awakening. still, his senses are coming back to him; slowly.

your ...sa-sapphique — he begins, a question forming as to how far but then remembers that she had said he was near it, before. he can't smell borders ... but then again isengard can't smell much at the present moment. he sighs, letting the question go in place of another. will they help me? if i offer my services in return? for he does not expect help for free.