As they claimed their corrupted pineapple - bagging, tagging, and wrapping it up with a proverbial bow - Hadama considered their ongoing conversation. "Mmh. A very good idea," he agreed after a comparatively brief contemplation of the sensible suggestion. And though it was only tangentially related, it reminded him to ask: "Is your clinic also able to tend to Mer?" He had helped their previous apothecary, Ray, to expand her clinic into the nearest canal to include treatment rooms for Merfolk. Though fewer of his people came to the surface since Starfall and the expansion of void creatures roaming the waters, it was good to know where to send them in an emergency when they became sick or injured in Haulani.
He reached over with his trident to slide the middle tine gently and carefully through the loop beneath Isla's knot, then lifted the burlap containing their prize at arm's length. Satisfied that it would not slip off, he turned to head back across the volcanic tuff. "Hmm. I am glad it is not worse," he rumbled, an emphatic note in his usually calm voice. "Have any shown signs of wounds that do not heal? Or of being corrupted themselves?"
He reached over with his trident to slide the middle tine gently and carefully through the loop beneath Isla's knot, then lifted the burlap containing their prize at arm's length. Satisfied that it would not slip off, he turned to head back across the volcanic tuff. "Hmm. I am glad it is not worse," he rumbled, an emphatic note in his usually calm voice. "Have any shown signs of wounds that do not heal? Or of being corrupted themselves?"
