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Tamru kicks his legs as fast they they will go, but his pace is still insufferably slow. Your arm still hooked around him, you help pull him along at a better speed. He tightens his grip on your arm and eventually stops kicking, letting you do all the work. It barely slows you down, and you're at Tephra's place before you even know it.

You remove the anti-drifting catch from the door and enter. Tephra looks up at your arrival and gives a weak smile. Her scales are still dulled, and her face still sunken. Flynn looks decidedly more pale than before, and he's lost various parts of his clothing—his socks and jacket, as well as other accent pieces that you're less familiar with. His shoes still sit uselessly on the floor, and you suspect that by now some sea creatures have claimed them for homes.

Flynn looks a bit shocked when he sees Tamru enter, but he quickly recovers his manners as he reaches out to shake his hand. Tamru allows himself a cautious smile as he shakes back.

They exchange the expected pleasantries: "Hey, good to meet you." "Yeah, back at you."

Tephra pushes forward toward you. "Hey there, Kavitha, would you mind taking them out?" She gives a weak smile, gesturing to her body. "The celebration is still happening later today, and I'd like to be in a better state." She drifts closer and whispers, "I've heard the whales aren't happy about the situation. I'd like to get back in their good graces." Then she pushes back out and resumes a normal tone: "I'm really looking forward to it."

The whales aren't happy? No surprise; they rarely are. They're always acting like you owe them everything. Always suspicious that some rebellion is just on the brink.