There'd been plenty of arguments about this, and there would probably be plenty more in the future. As usual, the sister's stubbornness made her the victor. The brother was sorely tempted to stay out of the entire affair, maybe make it a lesson of tough love and "I told you so", but he didn't have it in him to leave her for so long - especially with that thing.

He also bit back the "now what?" resting on his tongue once she brought the creature to dry land - as much as she could bring it, what with her lack of lower limbs and all. All right, she'd made sure it didn't drown, she laid it on the sand. That didn't mean she had any idea what to do with it. For all they knew, it could still die. Brother actually hoped it did.

Sister had laid it down on the warm sand, and then laid beside it, watching inquisitively. Every so often she'd give it a poke, or maybe put her webbed hands on the odd things covering the body. They felt very soft, and if it had died, she probably would have stolen it to keep among her treasures. But no, it was still alive - the chest rising and falling showed - so for now, this thing would be her treasure.

"It could bite you, Magica," he said from the water.

"Shut up, Poe."