Her hand remains patiently still against the floor of the tunnel as the first then the rest of the mice take a piece. It tickles with so many tiny paws, but she holds back any giggles with a tight smile. Nel makes very certain all of the mice with them got a share, and pours a little more out as needed.

Looking to Russell when he speaks, she smiles in a more relaxed manner and nods in agreement. Very well said.

Once the mice are set, she picks bits from the bag to eat herself. Slowly her brow knits together with worry. She does not know that she can help in facing a giant shark, especially while her magic is blunted. That worry leads her to ask Russell, “...do you think we can stop a shark that big?”