Between the adorable cheer from one of the mice and the pleasure that comes with understanding on her first attempt, Nel initially beams at the confirmation. In the seconds that follow, her expression falls as the reality of that statement sinks in with her eyes widening. A shark that big would be a threat to all the boats in the bay alongside the big mouse down here.

“_Oh...” follows quietly. One hand is run back into her hair as she tries to wrap her mind around the request to stop such a force of nature. Rather than ponder it alone, she writes to the Network again.

Pen dropped on the page, she follows Russell’s example and pries open the dried fruit. She dumps half the package into her hand and then offers her hand to the mice, “Here. You’re working hard. And after we are done down here, I can try to grow some fresh berries for you.” Her magic has recovered somewhat from when she disconnected from the world, so she expects she can manage at least that much.