She'd nearly tried to twist violently from his grasp, but what would be the point? That would've just started an even bigger argument, and quite frankly that was more of a headache than it was worth. So she'd stumbled along after him, glaring holes into the back of his stupid, horned head, nearly tripping when he'd abruptly changed direction. She crinkles her nose at his comment, and opens her mouth to retort that she 'couldn't be in any danger, they were dreaming!' when she glimpses the tide pools. Her frowning mouth softens and her eyes brighten.

"Oh! They're so little!"