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If every'ting ye say be important, den not'ing be important, Sobo muttered to himself, but Mireille's question seemed to be one of a cooperative nature rather than a condescending one. He peered at the strip of purple kelp, extending his nose to sniff gingerly, then made a face. Sa pran sant ran.

He couldn't deny that there was something promising about the look of the kelp, though. If soaked in a little sea water and wrapped over a wound, it could serve as a decent dressing. He wasn't sure what the sun would do to it. If it was anything like a starfish, it would turn hard and dead within mere hours. Maybe it would make them tougher and more suitable for wrapping. Sobo nodded once his agreement to help.

What do ye plan to do wit' it? he said over his shoulder, wandering toward the water's edge where some larger stones might be found.