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Horris looked down at May and smiled for the first time, but it was only a flash of a smile and quickly faded away. He grasped the gun in only his left hand and looked over at Avidin, then the father, then the mermaid. He rubbed his neck and said, "I think I will stick to berries around you." He grinned again slightly and then it hit him; he looked at the girl on the ground, and then at Avidin on the ground, and at the father. He slowly turned his gaze once more to May and groaned, "I have to carry you, don't I?", He backed away from the two mermen who he expected to growl at him, "Because your infected! Because your infected! I'll leave it up to her though." He looks down at May again, waiting for an answer.

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Hanzel followed her, having to dodge a few trees as the nymph pulled him along. "W-who is Pickerella?" Hanzel looks up when he hears the nymph mention a name, and nearly stumbles over a root when not watching his feet. "Gah! The woods are getting very thick, are you sure you are taking me the right way?", he asks nervously, brushing his smooth and thick golden-brown hair from one green eye. "Where are you taking me by the way?". Hanzel tried to be wary for there was something unnatural about this creature, but she was helping him it seemed and he couldn't help but feel more secure around her for some reason. She was too small to hurt him, right? Hanzel shook his head and knew this wasn't logical, but right now he was finding it hard to think after the latest traumatic experience; everything was so disorderly.