Mitta flicks his hand, gently casting aside the green hairs of Rose he had accumulated during his exploration of her scalp. His fingers spread out at the base her neck, following across first one shoulder, then the over, seeking the muscles through the material of her clothing. “The hunters of the deep?” in female elf repeats in disbelief, as if the very notion that someone could not know of them were inconceivable. After this surprise however she dully explains. “They are two giant sharks, each over thirty paces in body length, with dark skin and teeth as big as my palm. I have seen them bite swimmers in half, survivors of shipwrecks that do not make it,”<br/>Kasumi’s smile brings a chuckle to Dross as he looks intently at her face, reaching out to brush her left cheek with the back of two fingers, comforting her even as she hears of the unlikelihood of her leaving this Island in time.