[Sand billows up around them when Dualscar's back hits the bottom of the see with a soft whoomp, and he lies still and watchful under the Psiioniic, looking for the tell-tale dark shapes of sharks. He can feel the other troll shaking with fear, and he loops one arm around his waist, holding him tight against his body, and with the other... he reaches towards the Psiioniic's face and gives him a soft, careful pap.]
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