[There's more obvious discomfort from Hornet, because, like. How do you handle these creatures? Unfortunately, she doesn't really have time to dwell on the logistics much thanks to the rising water, and with a noise of frustration, she turns, hurling her nail with a shout. It lodges some several feet up, and a thread connects it back to her.
She turns back to Chip, grabbing the back of his shirt like one would grab a kitten by the scruff, but before taking off, she at least bothers to ask a question.]
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She turns back to Chip, grabbing the back of his shirt like one would grab a kitten by the scruff, but before taking off, she at least bothers to ask a question.]
Will this hold up?