“Wait-seriously? you can’t swim?” you tried and failed to repress a laugh, a wide grin crinkling your snout. You lightly tapped Soap’s snout with your tail, watching as his eyes narrowed, the brown frill atop his head twitching with irritation. “ aren’t you, like, half Seawing?”

“I was hatched in the desert. Not exactly a lot of water there.” Soap retorted, glaring back at the torch illuminating the cave wall just past your head.