[A tortle mitt is definitely very different from the average humanoid hand, that's for sure. It makes for a strange contrast of hard and soft; the massive, pointed claws that curl carefully over his hand are rock-solid, but the soft webs between their fingers and the leathery palm itself are surprisingly smooth and yielding. Above all, their grip, though maybe not as warm as a mammalian hand might have been, is exceedingly gentle; they cradle his hand in both of theirs like he's handing them a gift.]

Pleasure's all mine. I really needed to see a friendly face right about now. Life's tough when you're far, far away from the Eyes of Night and Day, you know? I've been down here a while, and I think I'm getting even farther underground than I was before.

[They've been saved from the very worst of it - the prospect of just being stuck immobile on their back forever - but the two of them aren't out of the woods just yet, right? Getting on their feet took a lot of noise and effort, and not everything down here is as friendly as Mollymauk. If they can't find a way out... well, let's just not think about that. Let's focus on literally anything but how stale the air is and how close the walls are and how far away the sun is!!]