[Dualscar doesn't know what to say. What can he even say? He can't even offer to try and get stationed on the Battleship Condescension, because all he knows are waterships, not airships. There's nothing he can do, he's completely helpless.]
[He pulls the Psiioniic up against him, wrapping his arms around the shaking troll and holding him close. He doesn't try and stop him from clawing at himself, though. That, at least, is something he understands.]
[He can't get the voice of the newest helmsman out of his head. She sounded so young, scarcely more than a wiggler...]
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[Dualscar doesn't know what to say. What can he even say? He can't even offer to try and get stationed on the Battleship Condescension, because all he knows are waterships, not airships. There's nothing he can do, he's completely helpless.]
[He pulls the Psiioniic up against him, wrapping his arms around the shaking troll and holding him close. He doesn't try and stop him from clawing at himself, though. That, at least, is something he understands.]
[He can't get the voice of the newest helmsman out of his head. She sounded so young, scarcely more than a wiggler...]