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"Mhhh hmm..." Dysmas responded, his voice sounded uncertain though. He would get over it, he knew that. It didn't change how much the pain had stung in the moment, and how embarrassing it had been. He was supposed to be the brave and strong one, how could he do that if he was tripping over himself.

Dysmas crooned his head to look at what Sweetie Drops was picking up, "I suppose it must be." He said as he recognized the object. It was strange to find it... for it to come off of where it had been affixed to the wall... it didn't seem hopeful. "Hm..." Dysmas seemed sad, hopefully someone back home would realize that they weren't coming home...

The object itself wasn't completely useless... "Perhaps we should take that with us..." he didn't want to share his reasoning and scare the faun more, but an object like that would be better than nothing if they ran into anything unexpected.

Dysmas gave her a light-hearted smile, he wouldn't have had any trouble getting himself up, it was just a stubbed toe, the pain was already gone. However, he wasn't going to refuse the kind gesture, so he took her hand. His mind froze for a moment as he blushed while he slowly stood up with her help. "Uh, right. We were looking for some water for you, huh?" Dysmas reminded mostly himself once he had found his bearings again. "Do you need me to carry that?" He offered, maybe she preferred to carry their method of self-defense, he would understand that.

Dysmas nodded his head and continued walking towards the jungle, maybe he'd find something else to brandish as a weapon, or so he hoped. The water angel moved quicker along the sand now, although being more mindful to keep his eye on where he was going, although he doubted he would have seen the shower head anyways, it was buried under the sand a little.

Finally, the two emerged into the jungle, Dysmas looked around and listened carefully for any sounds that might suggest running water or... otherwise. The jungle seemed quieter then the one near the lake back home. "Hm..." It gave him an unsettled feeling in the pits of his stomach. They needed to find something, anything. Dysmas looked up into the top of the trees, maybe Sweetie Drops had been onto something with her talk of coconuts.

Dysmas stared up at a tree, wincing, that... might... be a coconut. His head turned when he heard Sweetie make a sound. "Hm?" he had been so wrapped up in his thoughts and worries that he was trying to keep bottled up, so that he didn't scare Sweetie, that he hadn't been been paying attention to the scenery or even really hear what she might say. It was pretty reckless, considering it could have been something important. "Everything ok? I'm thinking maybe I should climb one of these trees, see what I can see from up high... maybe find some of those coconuts you were talking about." He suggested.

"Uhm, yeah?" Dysmas didn't see the problem with it. If he really struggled, he could use his wings to give him a boost, or at least help him land if it went really sour. "Buck... the tree?" Dysmas was slightly confused, the concept of getting fruit down that way was foreign to him. "Well I suppose you can try if you'd like." Dysmas backed away from the tree a little bit. If there was going to be falling fruit, he didn't want to be near it. His stubbed toe was all the injury he wanted on this trip.

Dysmas jumped at the loud thud and backed away even further still. He hoped that she didn't hurt herself, either in her attempt to 'buck' the tree or in the results of it. It was actually quite impressive watching the fauny do something like that, he could tell it was a feat of great physical prowess. Dysmas excitedly returned to her when it was done, "Wow, that was incredible! You were amazing!" The male blushed at his over-enthusiasm. He checked out her food offerings. It was just the sort of thing they needed... a coconut too. The milk in it would be enough to hydrate them and help Sweetie with her sand-coated throat. Dysmas smiled at the hope they had in this.

Dysmas nodded his head, confirming that it was a coconut. "Yeah... we have to get this stuff off. That's going to be the hard part." Dysmas leaned his head back, pondering possible solutions. They had almost all the answers to their survival in Sweetie's hand, but unless they figured out how to get into it, it was useless. "What about the metal... thing... from the boat?" It wasn't sharp, but maybe if they hit it hard enough they could break in. Otherwise they would be on a quest to find a sharp rock next.